Deeds not words
Last week you told me that I was pretty sweet.
You said that my cheeks, they looked like peaches,
Said that my skin, it felt like cream,
Like peaches and cream.
When you offered your hand on the dance floor,
Wouldn't take 'no, I can't dance' for an answer,
Said it's not the way that I move,
And it's not the way that I groove that makes you like me.
You said that I was special and you said that I was nice
But it's deeds, not words, that mean something.
It's deeds, not words, that mean something.
You said that I was beautiful but it doesn't matter because
It's deeds, not words, that mean something to me.
Take my hand and walk around the town,
Watch all the buildings around us falling down,
Look at the trees swaying in the breeze
And all the people walking round and round and
Round and round and round and round again.
Sit on your bed and watch the tv,
Pull funny faces and tell me that you like me,
That you like me.
You said that I was special and you said that I was nice
But it's deeds, not words, that mean something.
It's deeds, not words, that mean something.
You said that I was beautiful but it doesn't matter because
It's deeds, not words, that mean something to me.
Boy, I have never felt so silly;
I have fallen for your words.
I've fallen for your kisses and I've fallen for your speeches
But it's deeds, not words, that matter,
But it's deeds, not words, that matter.
You said that I was special and you said that I was nice
But it's deeds, not words, that mean something.
It's deeds, not words, that mean something.
You said that I was beautiful but it doesn't matter because
It's deeds, not words, that mean something to me.
Boy, I have never felt so silly.
Hechos, no palabras
La semana pasada me dijiste que era bastante dulce.
Dijiste que mis mejillas parecían duraznos,
Dijiste que mi piel se sentía como crema,
Como duraznos con crema.
Cuando ofreciste tu mano en la pista de baile,
No aceptaste un 'no, no sé bailar' como respuesta,
Dijiste que no es la forma en que me muevo,
Y no es la forma en que me muevo lo que te gusta de mí.
Dijiste que era especial y dijiste que era agradable
Pero son los hechos, no las palabras, lo que significa algo.
Son los hechos, no las palabras, lo que significa algo.
Dijiste que era hermosa pero no importa porque
Son los hechos, no las palabras, lo que significa algo para mí.
Toma mi mano y camina por la ciudad,
Observa cómo todos los edificios a nuestro alrededor se derrumban,
Mira los árboles meciéndose en la brisa
Y toda la gente caminando en círculos y
En círculos y en círculos una y otra vez.
Siéntate en tu cama y mira la televisión,
Haz caras graciosas y dime que te gusto,
Que te gusto.
Dijiste que era especial y dijiste que era agradable
Pero son los hechos, no las palabras, lo que significa algo.
Son los hechos, no las palabras, lo que significa algo.
Dijiste que era hermosa pero no importa porque
Son los hechos, no las palabras, lo que significa algo para mí.
Chico, nunca me he sentido tan tonta;
Me he enamorado de tus palabras.
Me he enamorado de tus besos y me he enamorado de tus discursos
Pero son los hechos, no las palabras, lo que importa,
Pero son los hechos, no las palabras, lo que importa.
Dijiste que era especial y dijiste que era agradable
Pero son los hechos, no las palabras, lo que significa algo.
Son los hechos, no las palabras, lo que significa algo.
Dijiste que era hermosa pero no importa porque
Son los hechos, no las palabras, lo que significa algo para mí.
Chico, nunca me he sentido tan tonta.