Carly Simon - Interview Lyrics
(carly simon/don was)A sweet young man sat on my chairWith a tape machine and a face of fearHe asked how does it feel to be who you areI thought, this boy really thinks Im a starI answered him with humilityAnd then asked him if hed like some teaInterview, whos interviewing whoAre you interviewing meOr am I interviewing youHe asked if the rug was some ancient, lovely thingI lied and said yes a gift from a king?I watched his arms and how his lips movedHe asked me if my parents approvedHe asked to see my ruby ringAnd if as a child I had liked to singInterview, whos interviewing whoAre you interviewing meOr am I interviewing youI said yes, oh yes 400 timesyoure so open? he said do you always tell the truth? ?never,? i said, whats that? ?But how would it feel to hold me in your armsYou could get to know me down on the farmThen you could see me as the child Ive becomecause being grown up can be so lonesomeBaby, how would it feel to hold me nowBaby, how would it feel to hold me nowInterview, whos interviewing whoAre you interviewing meOr am I interviewing you
