I'd like to find out what places she's been

What's behind her locked door

Or better yet know if I'm out or I'm in

If her elevator still runs to the top floor.

Perhaps she would say, she was a student of hope

And not dangling from the end of a disintegrating rope

But I don't wish to spark off her outraged imagination

I don't wish to get in any double-edge conversation.

It's a touchy situation

Woah-oh-oh, yes

It's a touchy situation

Oh-oh-oh, yeah...

Someday I'll find out what I'm now afraid to ask

And I'll discover what's there beneath the dark mask

Perhaps she would say that I'm just deathly afraid

To see her make the same mistake that I made.

And it might lead to some sweet revelation

She knows I hate meaningless conversation.

It's a touchy situation

Woah-oh-oh, yes

It's a touchy situation

Oh-oh-oh, yeah...

I say, "are ya doin' well baby?"

She says, "go ask your father"

I say, "give me a yes, no or maybe"

She says, "why should I bother?"

I say

She says

I say.

I'll ask you tomorrow, I'll ask you tomorrow

If I could only break the code of her fears

I could expose the secrets to the river of tears

Rattle the senses til she's pouring forth tears

Before she could exercise those powers of manipulation.

It's a touchy situation

It's a touchy situation

It's a touchy situation

Woah-oh-oh...

It's a touchy situation

Woah-oh-oh...

It's a touchy situation

It's a touchy situation

It's a touchy situation

It's a touchy situation.