Stuck On You

Lately I've noticed my world's upside down

And everything's coming unglued

Like crossing the dateline

I'm all turned round

And just don't know what to do


All day long

I keep neglecting

Things I have to do

That people are expecting

What does it matter

How can I work feeling blue

I'm stuck on you


Can't read the news

That's too depressing

I know this world's a mess

'Cause all my clothes need pressing

Everything's scattered

Baby I'm stuck on you


Deeper and deeper I go

Spinning around like a fool

Drowning in love's undertow

And there's nothing that I can do


Night after night

I'm convalescing

I used to have a social life

But now it's not worth mentioning

Just a bit tattered

Baby I'm stuck on you


Only the stars in the sky

Know why I'm feeling so blue

Maybe the moon has advice

That can get you to love me too


The city lights peer through my curtain

And so I'll face another night

Of counting sheep for certain

Tossing and turning

That's what I look forward to

'Cause baby I'm stuck on you.


You know who you are




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