Interview

	Lyrics：Carly Simon/Don Was Music：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 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
	Baby, how would it feel to hold me now
	Interview, who's interviewing who
	Are you interviewing me
	Or am I interviewing you

	Lyrics: Carly Simon Don Was Music: 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 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
	Baby, how would it feel to hold me now
	Interview, who' s interviewing who
	Are you interviewing me
	Or am I interviewing you