Sofia Gobbi - Whatcha Doing Lyrics

It's his face, it's his hands
It's the rings he wears
It's the books that he reads
And the way he stares
It's just the way he is
It's just the way he is
It's just the way he is
It's the wine, it's his clothes
On my bedroom floor
It's my head on his chest
And my thoughts that roar"Just try to play it cool""God, it's so hard to do""Why's it so hard with you?"
Ah, whatcha doing?
Ah, where's this going babe?
Ah, whatcha doing
Whatcha doing to me now, to me?
Ah, whatcha doing?
Ah, where's this going babe?
Ah, whatcha doing
Whatcha doing to me now, to me?
I'll take you wherever
You wanna go
We could go to the moon
Or just to the store
'Cause what's a girl what to do?
Yeah, what's a girl to do
With a guy like you?
You tell me I'm a work of art
Say I'm finer than a Basquiat
So, take me out just to take me home
And pin me to your bedroom wall
Whatcha doing?
Ah, where's this going babe?
Ah, whatcha doing
Whatcha doing to me now, to me?
Whatcha doing?
Ah, where's this going babe?
Ah, whatcha doing?
I'm happy like a kid
None of my thoughts make sense
What's this urge to make a wedding board on Pinterest?
I've lost all sense of time
Can't f*cking sleep at night
Not 'til you go down
And you slow my mind
Whatcha doing?
Where's this going, baby?
Whatcha doing
Whatcha doing to me now?
Whatcha doing?
Where's this going, babe?
Whatcha doing?
Oh, whatcha doing
Whatcha doing
Whatcha doing, ah
Oh, whatcha doing
Whatcha doing
Whatcha doing, ah
Oh, whatcha doing
Whatcha doing
Whatcha doing, ah
Oh, whatcha doing
Whatcha doing
Whatcha doing, ah
Oh, whatcha doing
Whatcha doing
Whatcha doing, ah
Oh, whatcha doing
Whatcha doing
Whatcha doing, ah
Oh, whatcha doing
Whatcha doing
Whatcha doing, ah
Oh, whatcha doing
Whatcha doing
Whatcha doing, ah