If I had a dic-tion-ar-y I would use the cus-tom-a-ry com-pli-ments n' phras-es when I want to sing your prais-es, But I'm up to here in trou-ble, my ad-ver-si-ty is dou-ble, and to make the mat-ter worse, I'm breath-less!
When I try to be po-et-ic, you are nev-er sym-path-et-ic; As it is I do my best 'n hope 'n pray I pass the test; But up to now I'm in the soup, my heart is do-ing loop the loop; On top of all of that, I'm breath-less!
You take my breath a-way My cas-tles are all in a heap. You've got me right where I want you, ba-by you walk in my sleep.
I take you for a lit-tle walk, an' I'm a girl who likes to talk, You leave me on the porch 'n then I wind up with a torch, For ev-'ry sin-gle time that I'm in-clined to tell you what is on my mind... I'm darned if I don't find I'm breath-less!