Hunny I know how bad this sounds, But sometimes when you're up it brings me down, Some days, yeah, I'd give anything just to see you, But some days I swear I might rather just be you. 'Cause all my power is given to you And you're just perfect having Nothing to do with it Now there is a list of things that I am burning to do so bad, It includes you, boy it's unfortunate, 'Cause I get so mucked up in the mud of my love for you, Forget all the other things I've been burning to do. And I get real alone - well I might write a song for you, I guess that's fortunaute, 'cause it was on my list to do, You'll write me one; I will act resolved, But have a problem with the tone of it all. Still all my power is given to you And you're just perfect having Nothing to do with it All my power