First I get cold then hot. Think I'm on fire. But I'm not. Oh, what a pain I've got. It must be love.. . There's nothin' I can do. All that I want is you.
I'm sitting fancy free, because she was to go. She's tired of loving me, she told me so. I guess she don't know just how much she means to me. But along with all my dreams I'm sitting fancy-free.