ESP from Contact by Harriet Brown

this party puttin’ me in a daze, smilin’ back, when you look my way
minutes pass, and i’m relaxed, but your shoulders tighten and you’re givin’ me sass

when i look in your eyes, you think you showin’ me what’s behind
baby please, know that i cannot always read your mind
talk through ESP, baby i wish that was me
but i was not blessed with that sixth sense, oh can’t you see

midnight strikes, “shall we go?” i shrug my shoulders with an “i suppose”
an hour passes and i’m feelin’ down, i wish we’d turn this ship around

when you look in my eyes, can’t you see what’s on my mind
do i have to spell out every word of my desire?
it ain’t no ESP, at least i thought you could hear me
never knew the sound of my words was that hard to read

sometimes i think i’m an alien on your planet
sometimes you must feel like an alien in my world
whatever language you speak, i can learn it
because baby i want you to be my girl

ain’t got no ESP
naw baby that ain’t me
wish i had ESP

• Alternative
• Electronic
• Soul
• Los Angeles