Interview Lyrics
(Carly Simon/Don Was)A sweet young man sat on my chairWith a tape machine and a face of fearHe asked how does it feel to be who you areI thought, this boy really thinks I’m a starI answered him with humilityAnd then asked him if he’d like some teaInterview, who’s interviewing whoAre you interviewing meOr am I interviewing youHe asked if the rug was some ancient, lovely thingI lied and said “Yes a gift from a king?I watched his arms and how his lips movedHe asked me if my parents approvedHe asked to see my Ruby ringAnd if as a child I had liked to singInterview, who’s interviewing whoAre you interviewing meOr 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 armsYou could get to know me down on the farmThen you could see me as the child I’ve become‘Cause being grown up can be so lonesomeBaby, how would it feel to hold me nowBaby, how would it feel to hold me nowInterview, who’s interviewing whoAre you interviewing meOr am i interviewing you
Carly Simon Interview
