Lyric Interview

(Carly Simon/Don Was)

A sweet young man sat on my chair
With a tape machine and a face of fear
He asked how does it feel to be who you are
I thought, this boy really thinks I m a star
I answered him with humility
And then asked him if he d like some tea

Interview, who s interviewing who
Are you interviewing me
Or am I interviewing you

He asked if the rug was some ancient, lovely thing
I lied and said “Yes a gift from a king?
I watched his arms and how his lips moved
He asked me if my parents approved
He asked to see my Ruby ring
And if as a child I had liked to sing

Interview, who s interviewing who
Are you interviewing me
Or am I interviewing youI said yes, Oh yes 400 times
“You re so open?he said “do you always tell the truth??
“Never,?I said, “What s that??

But how would it feel to hold me in your arms
You could get to know me down on the farm
Then you could see me as the child I ve become
Cause being grown up can be so lonesome
Baby, how would it feel to hold me now
Baby, how would it feel to hold me now

Interview, who s interviewing who
Are you interviewing me
Or am i interviewing you