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.
