Lady, I get nervous Just a-being in your service Words are full of indecision They evince the troubled nimble wit
Oh, nothing in return But storm and pessimism 'stead of dreamin' Being good for me And just a-standing in your pretty prison You're standing here
You think you love me, don't you?
Maybe you're the presence That begs needing other reasons I got "Summer still looks pretty" I got hungry for the hungry seas Oh, living for the people That have nothing but their blues And I have nothing to be nervous about Hungerin' over you