Raquel

Raquel.



I am not well.



Raquel.







And if I was a bell,



I wish that you'd ring it.



And if I had something to tell



I could not unless I could sing it.







Raquel.



I am not well.







And if I was a ball,



I wish that you'd bounce it.



And if I give you a telephone call,



Oh baby, please don't announce it.



Don't announce it.







Raquel.



I am not well.



Raquel.







What is this feeling



that I'm not trying to squelch?



I don't know your last name,



I just know it's not Welch.







Raquel.



You always cast a spell.







And if I was a ghost,



I wish that you'd haunt me.



But what I'd really like the most



is baby, baby--that you want me.







What is this feeling



that I'm not trying to hide?



I feel no shame



but I feel no pride.







Raquel.



It's a color call from hell.







And if you had a brain,



I think that you'd diss me.



But if you was really insane,



Oh baby, baby--could you kiss me?



Could you kiss me?







Raquel.



I am not well.



Raquel.







Raquel.



I am unwell.



Raquel.