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Sometimes I think I'm strange,

my passion, barely restrained.

I want to howl my frustration,

I suffer from lack of admiration,

so, really, how can it be,

that you cannot see,

I’m suffering here, dreadfully.



Why can’t you pay attention to me?

I’m here, waiting, not quite patiently.

For your touch, that sweet caress,

I’d cross hot coals, suffer any distress,

still you don’t seem to spot,

just how you’re making me hot,

come on baby, give me a shot.



All right, that’s it, I’ve had enough!

I’m coming over there; I’m calling your bluff.

I’m not gonna wait on you no more.

I’m confident you know the score.

You were made only for me,

and now honey, I’ve got you treed.

It’s already past time for you to agree.



So sugar-pie, come give me that kiss,

nothing, I assure you, ever felt like this.

My head in a whirl, it has got to be love,

granted to me from heaven above.

But you, bad boy, like to see me squirm,

darling, you’re the hook and I’m the worm.

So I’m crazy about you, it’s confirmed.