Sometimes I think that I'll be leaving
There's a lot of things I'd like to see
When I hear those bidgets whining
The urge for leaving comes to me
And sometimes you leave the door wide open
And it would be so easy just to go
And about the time that I quit hoping
Somehow you just seem to know
Then you walk in
Knowing what I'm thinking of
You give your warm and tender love to me
And then you know
I just can't go
Then you walk in
Knowing what I'm thinking of
You give your warm and tender love to me
And then you know
I'll never go
