Texty: Leftovers (The). On The Move. Gotta Go.

I think I got a problem, I think I gotta go
Girl, I've liked you for a while,
And I think its time that I let you know.

Your face is always in my memory,
Your looks are stuck inside my head.
I'll take it as a sign; I gotta make you mine,
I really can't pretend.

Can't seem to get (can't seem to get)
You out of my head (you out of my head)
Can't seem to get (can't seem to get)
You out of my head (you out of my head)

My feelings are real, baby.
It's so hard to tell you,
My love isn't a game;
I hope that you feel the same;
We both know that I'll be true.
I don't want to sound obsessive, weird, stupid and rude,
But I gotta tell the truth,
The fact that I love you,
And I hope that it will work out.

Can't seem to get (can't seem to get)
You out of my head (you out of my head)
Can't seem to get (can't seem to get)
You out of my head (you out of my head)

Well I try and try to forget you girl,
But that is something that I just can't do.
And you know, yeah you know it's just the way you do,
You're more addictive than sniffin' glue.

Can't seem to get (can't seem to get)
You out of my head (you out of my head)
Can't seem to get (can't seem to get)
You out of my head (you out of my head)
[x4]