( G. Harrison )
I want to tell you
My head is filled with things to say.
When you're here
All those words they seem to slip away.
When I get near you
The game begin to drag me down.
It's all right,
I'll make you maybe next time around.
But if I seem to get unkind,
It's only me, it's not my mind,
That is confusing things.
I want to tell you
I feel hung up and I don't know why.
