You're sending me things each night, I'm not at home
I'm working hard everyday
I'm always thinking about you all the time
I can't come out each night and play
You know I walk a very fine line, it has to be
Me sweating, you pushing, it just can't go this way you see
(C) Just because I'm not on the line
Doesn't mean I'm not the loving kind
I'm loving you in my loving mind
Until I'm once again holding you
Your friends are hanging in the spots that we both know
They tell you to call the shots, so why go?