It's just
Perfectly Ordinary Paranoia
I tell myself.
As we walk down the promenade in Spain.
As people seem to stare at me
A look of blame
A look, of shame.
It's just
Perfectly Ordinary Paranoia
I whisper it
As we sit in the park eating cheese and bread
A man looks at me
And something is said
I don't understand
I smile
And I stand.
It's just
Perfectly Ordinary Paranoia
I tell him
He looks confused and walks away
People still look my way.
What did I say?
What, did I say?