When I Think Of You

There is something on my mind,
and I'm losing concentration
And I feel it everytime,
that you are near me.
I could tell you all about,
your picture at my bedside,
I should call you sometime,
and talk it over.

'Cos I get a kick inside,
and I feel a tingle too,
It just comes from time to time,
And it only happens,

When I think of You,
sleeping,
when I'm dreaming, when I wake up, when I think of you,
walking,
when I'm talking,
when I look up,
when I think of You,

take me away to a land of mass confusion,
And I don't know what to say,
when I am near you,
I could stand here all day long,
just staring at your window,
But I have so much to do,
that's so important,
Then I get a kick inside, and I feel a tingle too,
It just comes from time to time,
And it only happens,
When I think of You,

sleeping,
when I'm dreaming, when I wake up,
When I think of you,
walking,
when I'm talking, when I look up,
when I think of You

may get the feeling that I'm dancing on the ceiling,
When I get a kick inside, and my head is spinning too,
It just comes from time to time,
And it only happens

When I think of You,
sleeping,
when I'm dreaming, when I wake up,
When I think of you,
when I whisper to your picture, when I kiss it, when I think of you

When I think of you, when I'm dreaming we're together, on my sofa,
When I think of you, when I'm wishing that we're kissing, when we're dancing,
When I think of you.

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