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.