I don't do walks on the beach, I don't get dressed up for show, she got me good, I feel like a boy in love.My heart's been bruised like a peach, my soul's been set like a stone, but now when Sam Cooke sings, she got me whistling alone.I didn't think I could tell, but now I wait by the phone, she got me good, I feel like a boy in love.Mercy please, suddenly I'm crawling to her on my knees.Mercy please, oh mercy please, suddenly I need her like a harmony.Because she talks and she walks like a woman, she makes me feel like a boy when I shouldn't.Oh she got me good, I feel like a boy in love.Mercy please, you don't know what you're missing.Well now I'm eager to please, when my lady is home, I give her X, Y, Z, so I call her mom.I used to act like a man, but what did I ever know, she got me good, I feel like a boy in love.Hey!One, two, three, four.Mercy please.Suddenly I'm crawling to her on my knees.Oh mercy please, suddenly I need her like a harmony.She is the subject of all my desire, until I found her I was merely a lie.Oh she got me good, I feel like a boy in love.Oh she got me good.She is the subject of all my desire, until I found her I was merely a lie.Oh she got me good, I feel like a boy in love.