(Matraca Berg&Jim Photoglo)
I can't eat, I can't sleep,
I got nubs where my fingernails used to be
And my cat is lookin' kinda worried 'bout me.
The phone rings and I pounce
I'm like O.J. Simpson jumping over the couch
It ain't you, I'm answering breathlessly
I got it bad, I got it bad for you
It got hot, you got cold
You said your mama didn't think girls should be so bold
All of that from one little innocent kiss
Well now I heard it all
Maybe I should ask your mama to give me a call