I admit I've been lying
On your floor every day of the week
And I'm sorry for crying
That is just how I speak
I admit I've been dying
Just to hear from your lips so to speak
And I'm sorry for prying
I'm a fool to believe
It's a strange kind of feeling
And it comes and it goes and it grows and it goes...
Oh... oh... oh...
Every night I've been trying
Watching out through your window to sleep
Don't be sorry for crying
I'm not one worth to keep