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...