Well, I've been thinking, dear, and I feel pretty
weird-and it's your fault. Thinking of you and me, how
you accuse me of all kinds of things-and it's terrible.
But then I think of you and I don't know what to do.
Oh yeah.
Cause I love you and you know that I don't know
what I'll do if you don't...
I really need you now, but you don't want to help me
out-you don't get it. And I call out your name. You
look at me like I'm insane. But I'm not.
I just love you and you know that I don't know what
I'll do if you don't...love me toooooo.
So what do I do now that you refuse to help me
out-can't do
nothing. Just think of yesterday and I'll let my imagination
run away.
'Cause I love you etc...
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