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.
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