Well, I've been thinking, dear, and I feel pretty weird-and it's your fault. Thinking of you and me, how you accuse me of all kinds of things-and it's terrible. But then I think of you and I don't know what to do. Oh yeah. Cause I love you and you know that I don't know what I'll do if you don't... I really need you now, but you don't want to help me out-you don't get it. And I call out your name. You look at me like I'm insane. But I'm not. I just love you and you know that I don't know what I'll do if you don't...love me toooooo. So what do I do now that you refuse to help me out-can't do nothing. Just think of yesterday and I'll let my imagination run away. 'Cause I love you etc...