I don't know you and you don't know me
You act so free, cuz you think I can't see
Through your disguise, you don't have to hide your eyes
Because I'm wise and I can hear through you
You know that I can hear through you
You fix your hair, worry about the clothes that you [A7wear
View perfect smile, designed to [C7]show the world you've got [Fm7]style
But I'm not impressed with your dilettante finesse
And you'll never guess that I can hear through you
You know that I can hear through you
Maybe [Am]you [A7see things a different way
But for [Dm7]me it's not the way you [A7look
But what you [A7have to [C7]say
So, if we should meet
In a bar or on [C7]the stɾeet
In a café, perhaps upon [C7]a flight to [C7]Bombay
Don't stare at my [A]eyes
There's nothing there to [C7]surmise
You know that I'm wise
Because I can hear through you
You know that I can hear through you
I know you [A7see things a different way
But for [Dm7]me it's not the way you [A7look
But what you [A7have to [C7]say
So, if we should meet
In a bar or on [C7]the stɾeet
In a café or maybe [Am]on [C7]a tɾip to [C7]Marseille
Don't stare at my [A]eyes
There's nothing there to [C7]surmise
You know that I'm wise
Cuz I can hear through you
You know that I can hear through you
