Words: C. Hutchins
Music: A. Hutchins
Don’t be alarmed, nothing to say
Call me December, I call you May
Some can talk, they don’t understand
I got urges and do what I can
Now you’re in there, can’t get you out of my head
It’s not obsession, it’s deeper than dread
Sorry Sweet Thing if I don’t look my best
Thinking about you so much I can’t get any rest
Watch and wait, my aim is true
Outside your window hidden from view
In the night and the whole day through
Got my eye, got my eye on you
How to approach you is the question you see
Got to get to know you appropriately
I do my best to maintain control
Don’t want you screaming till I got you alone