Interview lyrics

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

(Interview)

Who’s interviewing who?

(Interview)

Are you interviewing me?

Or am I interviewing you?

He asked if the rug was some lovely ancient 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

(Interview)

Who’s interviewing who?

(Interview)

Are you interviewing me?

Or am I interviewing you?

Interview

(Interview)

Who’s interviewing who?

(Interview)

Are you interviewing me?

Or am I interviewing you?

I 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?

How would it feel to hold me now?

How would it feel to hold me now?

How would it feel to hold me now?

Interview

(Interview)

Who’s interviewing who?

(Interview)

Are you interviewing me?

Or am I interviewing you?

Interview

(Interview)

Who’s interviewing who?

(Interview)

Are you interviewing me?

Or am I interviewing you?

Interview

(Interview)

Who’s interviewing who?

(Interview)

Are you interviewing me?

Or am I interviewing you?

Interview

(Interview)

Who’s interviewing who?

(Interview)

Are you interviewing me?

Or am I interviewing you?

Oh, is this interview over yet?

Well, is it over?

Oh, come on, baby...

I want this interview to end right now

Interview... Interview... Interview... Interview...

Who’s interviewing who?

Who? Who? Who? Who?

Who’s interviewing, interviewing, interviewing?