These past two weeks

I've been thinking 'bout you

And all the things I wanna do with you

And all the great things I dig about you

I can't sleep at night because you;re playing in my head

Can't kick the habit of saying words you've said

I'm possessed by you all the time

Well, I don't need the mailman or a phone

I will say it to your face

I want you for my own

These past two weeks

I've been thinking 'bout you

And all the things that you've helped me through

And all the time I've shared with you

It must be the way that you look in my eyes

That prevents me from telling lies

To cover up how I feel inside