Sometimes I think that I'll be leavingThere's a lot of things I'd like to seeWhen I hear those bidgets whiningThe urge for leaving comes to meAnd sometimes you leave the door wide openAnd it would be so easy just to goAnd about the time that I quit hopingSomehow you just seem to knowThen you walk inKnowing what I'm thinking ofYou give your warm and tender love to meAnd then you knowI just can't goThen you walk inKnowing what I'm thinking ofYou give your warm and tender love to meAnd then you knowI'll never go
