Text: Hollies. Peculiar Situation.

We take walks in storms on rainy nights
When it's cold I hold you close to me
When we dine you help me choose the wine
It's these things that mean so much to me

Ain't this a peculiar situation?
We're lovers but we don't make love
But when these things mean so much to us
Well, that's all right

I don't think your father is too rich
And I know your mother has good taste
And it's not because you're beautiful
When you're busy you find time for me

Ain't this a peculiar situation?
We're lovers but we don't make love
But when these things mean so much to us
Well, that's all right

But when these things mean so much to us
Well, that's all right

You do well at things that interest you
When asked out you never turn away
If you're wrong you don't mind saying so
Not too proud to phone me when you're down

Ain't this a peculiar situation?
We're lovers but we don't make love
But when these things mean so much to us
Well, that's all right, right

Ain't this a peculiar situation?
Ain't this a peculiar situation?
Ain't this a peculiar situation?