(A. Hammond, H. Knight)
Producers: Dan Hartman and Tina Turner
Album: Foreign Affair (89)
Oh I’m waiting in the storm, ask me how I feel
When things are going wrong, why don’t you ask me how I feel
The night is awful cold, ask me how I feel
You’re much too loose to hold, why don’t you ask me how I feel
I close my eyes to follow you
To my surprise you’re so untrue
And I’m crying, I’m dying
Oh I’m waiting in the storm, ask me how I feel
When you keep me hanging on, why don’t you ask me how I feel
The waters run so deep, ask me how I feel
When i don’t get any sleep, why don’t you ask me how I feel
And when you’re down you lean on me
You’re a fool, too blind to see
That I’m crying, I’m dying
Oh I’m waiting in the storm, why don’t you ask me how I feel
What the hell is going on, why don’t you ask me how I feel
When you stay out late at night, ask me how I feel
When you think that i’m uptight, why don’t you ask me how I feel oh
You don’t treat me tender no matter what I do
But I'm the great pretender
I’m 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
