Seeing you...
Remainds me of an old guitar
Hearing you...
I wonder how it went that far
Oh well, you been playing to long
And I have heard the same old song.
Oh, yeah
Thinking of you...
I´m blessed if I could shut my mind
Looking at you...
I think I might as well be blind
Oh well you are out of tune
You better scram before I crack upon
The only good thing you have done
Is that you really taught me a lesson
I think I´ll take my love to someone else
To fix my succession...
And now you better take your things
And beat it, girl!
You better try your wings
And beat it, girl!
Oh yeah yeah yeah