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?
Am not, are too, oh my..