I see you every dayWalking down the avenueI'd like to get to know youBut all I do is smile at youOh, baby, when it comes to talkingMy tongue gets uptightThis sidewalk love affairHas got me high as a kiteYeah, yeahThere's something about you, baby, I likeWell, I'm a stone walkerBut, girl, I'd race a mile for youJust to get there in timeFor my loveFor my peek-a-boo rendezvousWell, now, maybe it's the wayYou wear your blue jeans so tightI can't put my finger onWhat you're doing rightYeah, yeahThere's something about you, baby, I likeWell, I'm standing on the phoneHiding by the telephoneI'd just love to check you overGirl, I'm standing on the phoneI'd get to know you like a fine-tooth combOh, now, when I go homeI turn out the lightAnd you come strolling through my dreams every nightYeah, yeahThere's something about you, baby, I likeYeah, yeahThere's something about you, baby, I likeUh-huhYeah, yeahThere's something about you, baby, I likeYeah, yeahThere's something about you, baby, I like