I win and not be satisfied I laugh and still not feelin' right I scratch that itch won't go away These strange sensations won't take no holiday If I can hold her for awhile I'd make sweet love with my problem child I fly but cannot rise above I roam but far ain't far enough I dream but can't seem to sleep at night These complications won't screw me up too tight If I could hold it for awhile It wouldn't be all over the floor