standin on my head, and i'm waitin i'm waitin, i'm waitin can't you see i'm hangin i'll probably starve to death while i'm waitin i'll be here till next year, yeah I'm waitin i'm waitin i'm waitin
i don't mind i don't think that I mind i don't mind i don't think that I mind
the crowning glory was easter sunday afternoon and I'm waitin, about to get with you yeah i'm waitin i'm waitin you always leave me hangin i guess i don't mind if i'm hangin around you but
i led your soul out while i like to go and pretend and pretend that you must know that i'm waitin i'm waitin you always leave me hangin i'll give it up, in hopes that you were never soaked but