There it goes again, got a little habit.
| Oh, oh, oh,
| Stay away from him.
| Clinging, gnawing things
| Tucked away like secrets.
| Ah ha oh,
| Stay away from him.
| It comes and goes.
| He comes and goes.
| Look he's turning around.
| But,
| I can't help it - I'm still waiting.
| Guess I wouldn't seek,
| Underneath,
| A bed,
| If I had not.
| Hidden once or twice,
| Or maybe three times,
| There myself.
| So how 'bout you?
| It comes and goes.
| He comes and goes.
| Look, he's turning around.
| But,
| I can't help it - I'm still waiting.
| Oh my,
| What have I,
| Done now?
| Oh my, what have I,
| Done now?
| You're mine,
| What's come over,
| what's come over you?
| [Guitar Solo]
| Here it goes again, got a little habit.
| Oh, oh, oh,
| Stay away from him.
| Clinging, gnawing things,
| Tucked away like secrets.
| Ah ha oh,
| Stay away from him.
| It comes and goes.
| He comes and goes.
| Look he's turning around.
| But,
| I can't help it - I'm still waiting.
| Oh my,
| What have I,
| Done now?
| Oh my,
| What have I,
| Done now?
| You're mine,
| What's come over you,
| Am not, are too,
| Oh my.
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| Big Star
| | Letters To Cleo |
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