Dear, I wrote you a song. Despite the fact, you did me wrong.
And dear, I don't know what the hell is goin' on with you.
But something ain't right.
You tell me that you love me, then you go an leave me.
Why you do this to me baby? I'm love sick.
I just can't eat, just can't sleep.
Can't do much anything, at all.
Cause I'm sick and in love with you, dear.