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