- cifra
There it goes again, got a little habit.
Stay away from him.
Clinging, gnawing things tucked away like secrets.
Stay away from him.
It comes and goes.
He comes and goes.
Look he's turning around.
I can't help it
I'm still waiting.
Guess I wouldn't seek underneath a bed if I had
not.
Hidden once or twice or maybe three times there myself.
How 'bout you?
It comes and goes.
He comes and goes.
Look, he's turning around.
I can't help it
I'm still waiting.
Oh my, what have I done now? Oh my, what have I done now?
You're mine,
what's come over you?
There it goes again, got a little habit.
Stay away from him.
Clinging, gnawing things tucked away like secrets.
Stay away from him.
It comes and goes.
He comes and goes.
Look he's turning around.
I can't help it
I'm still waiting.
Oh my, what have I done now? Oh my, what have I done now?
You're mine,
what's come over you?
Am not, are too, oh my.
