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.