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Text: Fine Young Cannibals. The Raw & The Cooked. Tell Me What.

Tell me what, tell me what, tell me what I gotta do
To make you notice, to make you look this way
What do I have to say?
Tell me what, tell me what, tell me what I have to say

To keep you with me, to make you want to stay
To have you every day
Tell me what, tell me what, tell me what I gotta do

Are you happy, I can never tell
You keep it to yourself
Tell me what, tell me what, tell me what it is you feel

Do you get frightened?
Am I comin' on just a little strong
And you're so quiet, I'll never know or not if I'm right or wrong

Tell me what, tell me what, tell me what I gotta do
Is there somethin' I ought to be told
Do you want to go?
Tell me what, tell me what, tell me what it is you know

So it's over, then we're really through?
What I heard is true
Tell me what, tell me what, tell me what your gonna do

To keep you with me, to make you want to stay
To have you every day
Tell me what, tell me what I gotta do

Tell me, won't you tell me
Tell me what, tell me what, tell me what I gotta do
Ohh ohh [Incomprehensible] won't you tell now
Tell me what, tell me what, tell me what I gotta do