Lyric Ask Me How I Feel
[Written by - Albert Hammond & Holly Knight]
Oh I m waiting in the storm, ask me how I feel
When things are going wrong, why don t you ask me how I feel
The night is awful cold, ask me how I feel
You re much too loose to hold, why don t you ask me how I feel
I close my eyes, to follow you
To my surprise, you re so untrue
And I m crying, I m dying
Oh I m waiting in the storm, ask me how I feel
When you keep me hanging on, why don t you ask me how I feel
The waters run so deep, ask me how I feel
When I don t get any sleep, why don t you ask me how I feel
And when you re down, you lean on me
You re a fool, too blind to see
That I m crying, I m dying
Oh I m waiting in the storm, why don t you ask me how I feel?
What the hell is going on? , why don t you ask me how I feel?
When you stay out late at night, ask me how I feel
When you think that I m uptight, why don t you ask me how I feel oh
You don t treat me tender, no matter what I do
But I m the great pretender, Woh-Ho-Ho-Ho
I m waiting in the storm, ask me how I feel
What the hell is going on?
When you stay out late at night, You never ask me how I feel
You just say that I m uptight
When you re down, I do for you
And now I find that you re untrue
Oh I m waiting in the storm, ask me how I feel
When things are going wrong, why don t you ask me how I feel
The night is awful cold, ask me how I feel
You re much too loose to hold, why don t you ask me how I feel
I close my eyes, to follow you
To my surprise, you re so untrue
And I m crying, I m dying
Oh I m waiting in the storm, ask me how I feel
When you keep me hanging on, why don t you ask me how I feel
The waters run so deep, ask me how I feel
When I don t get any sleep, why don t you ask me how I feel
And when you re down, you lean on me
You re a fool, too blind to see
That I m crying, I m dying
Oh I m waiting in the storm, why don t you ask me how I feel?
What the hell is going on? , why don t you ask me how I feel?
When you stay out late at night, ask me how I feel
When you think that I m uptight, why don t you ask me how I feel oh
You don t treat me tender, no matter what I do
But I m the great pretender, Woh-Ho-Ho-Ho
I m waiting in the storm, ask me how I feel
What the hell is going on?
When you stay out late at night, You never ask me how I feel
You just say that I m uptight
When you re down, I do for you
And now I find that you re untrue