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(A. Hammond, H. Knight)
Producers: Dan Hartman and Tina Turner
Album: Foreign Affair (89)
Oh Im waiting in the storm, ask me how I feel
When things are going wrong, why dont you ask me how I feel
The night is awful cold, ask me how I feel
Youre much too loose to hold, why dont you ask me how I feel
I close my eyes to follow you
To my surprise youre so untrue
And Im crying, Im dying
Oh Im waiting in the storm, ask me how I feel
When you keep me hanging on, why dont you ask me how I feel
The waters run so deep, ask me how I feel
When i dont get any sleep, why dont you ask me how I feel
And when youre down you lean on me
Youre a fool, too blind to see
That Im crying, Im dying
Oh Im waiting in the storm, why dont you ask me how I feel
What the hell is going on, why dont you ask me how I feel
When you stay out late at night, ask me how I feel
When you think that im uptight, why dont you ask me how I feel oh
You dont treat me tender no matter what I do
But I'm the great pretender
Im waiting in the storm, ask me how I feel
What the hell is going on?
When you stay out late at night
You never ask me how I feel, you just say that I'm uptight
When you're down, I do for you
And now I find that you're untrue