Boudleaux bryantIt seems to me that love will drive me crazyIt’s not at all what I thought it would beInstead of being happy, I’m wild with jealousyAfraid someone will steal your heart from meIt seems to me that all the boys adore youAnd you don’t know what torture that can beOur love is filled with sweetnessBut it’s mixed with miseryAt least that’s how it seems to meOur love is filled with sweetnessBut it’s mixed with miseryAt least that’s how it seems to me