Hear the knocking on my door
No she don't live here no more
Walk to the corner of my street
And I'm dragging my feet
Turned a corner thought I saw you there
Into the middle distance I stare
Maybe just a trick of the light
Caught the corner of my eye
I see, I see you
What do, what do, what do I see?
I walk to the corner of the room
Blend to the background I assume
A posture so non-descript
For social occasions I'm ill equipped
In the corner on my left
The host is looking so bereft
In the corner on my right
Out the corner of my eye
I see, I see you
What do, what do, what do I see?
I never seen it before
Oh before my eyes
I never seen it before, oo-ooh
I see, I see you
What do, what do, what do I see?