I said you:
Tell me what's up?
Things that you fear
Things that are real
You've got to show me
Baby, I said you:
Show me what's on your heart?
Things that you hide
Deep down inside
Keep us apart.
(You know what to do)
Wha-a-a-at
What can it be that I am yours again
Wha-a-a-at
What could it be that this is finally begin a misery
Hm, baby, you
Show me a better way, oh-yeah
Help me to see,
Help me to be, be who I am
One of these days I'm gonna make all love to you
Cause I discover that all the things should cut up you in two