Picture This Songtext
von Blondie
Picture This Songtext
All I want is a room with a view
A sight worth seeing, a vision of you
All I want is a room with a view
Ho-ho-ho
Ho, hoo-ho, hoo-ho
I will give you my finest hour
The one I spent watching you shower
I will give you my finest hour
Ho-ho yeah
All I want is a photo in my wallet
A small remembrance of something more solid
All I want is a picture of you
Picture this a day in December
Picture this freezing cold weather
You got clouds on your lids, and you′d be on the skids
If it weren't for your job at the garage
If you could only ho, hoo-ho
Picture this, a sky full of thunder
Picture this, my telephone number
One and one is what I′m telling you
Ho yeah
All I want is 20-20 vision
A total portrait with no omissions
All I want is a vision of you
Ho-ho-ho
If you can
Picture this, a day in December
Picture this, freezing cold weather
You got clouds on your lids, and you'd be on the skids
If it weren't for your job at the garage
If you could only, ho, hoo-ho
Picture this, a sky full of thunder
Picture this, my telephone number
One and one is what I′m telling you
Get a pocket computer
Try to do what ya used to do, yeah
A sight worth seeing, a vision of you
All I want is a room with a view
Ho-ho-ho
Ho, hoo-ho, hoo-ho
I will give you my finest hour
The one I spent watching you shower
I will give you my finest hour
Ho-ho yeah
All I want is a photo in my wallet
A small remembrance of something more solid
All I want is a picture of you
Picture this a day in December
Picture this freezing cold weather
You got clouds on your lids, and you′d be on the skids
If it weren't for your job at the garage
If you could only ho, hoo-ho
Picture this, a sky full of thunder
Picture this, my telephone number
One and one is what I′m telling you
Ho yeah
All I want is 20-20 vision
A total portrait with no omissions
All I want is a vision of you
Ho-ho-ho
If you can
Picture this, a day in December
Picture this, freezing cold weather
You got clouds on your lids, and you'd be on the skids
If it weren't for your job at the garage
If you could only, ho, hoo-ho
Picture this, a sky full of thunder
Picture this, my telephone number
One and one is what I′m telling you
Get a pocket computer
Try to do what ya used to do, yeah
Writer(s): Bozewski Clement A, Harry Deborah, Stein Christopher, Destri James Mollica Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com