When I see her comin’ down the streetI get so shaky and I feel so weakI tell my eyes look the other wayBut they don’t seem to hear a word I sayAnd I, go to pieces and I want to hideGo to pieces and I almost dieEvery time my baby passes byI tell my arms […]
via I Go to Pieces – Peter & Gordon — Owl Works – The Scribblings of M.T. Bass
