歌词
She grows on you
Like a fungus, I suppose
But she grows
Like a cactus when it pricks
That's how she sticks
At first her bein' near is an ordeal
Her manner rubs you wrong
But then before too long
You kinda sorta like the way that rubbin' starts to feel
I don't believe this
What am I saying?
This feeling must have snuck in unaware
I seem to have some thoughts
Absurd, I know, but thoughts
I find myself supposin' -
No! Stop there
She has this habit
Of bein' bossy
Sometimes I find her preachin' hard to bear
Then she lets down her guard
Completely drops her guard
And suddenly I'm thinkin' she -
Stop there!
Maybe I'm comin' down with fever
Or maybe I've been too long in the sun
When I think of all the women I could fancy
Why would I be ponderin' this one?
This might be funny
If it weren't awful
It's a hopeless mix of humor and despair
I can't believe I'm seein'
This picture I keep seein'
Where she and I -
Stop there!
Stop there
Stop there
Maybe I need to see a doctor
The kind who treats diseases of the brain
Maybe he could diagnose my problem
Am I mad, or totally insane?
This might be awful
If it weren't funny
It's clear as Sunday she could never care
I oughta turn and go
But when I try to go
My heart keeps saying no -
Stop there
Stop there
Stop there