These past two weeks   I've been thinking 'bout you   And all the things I wanna do with you   And all the great things I dig about you   I can't sleep at night because you;re playing in my head   Can't kick the habit of saying words you've said   I'm possessed by you all the time   Well, I don't need the mailman or a phone   I will say it to your face   I want you for my own   These past two weeks   I've been thinking 'bout you   And all the things that you've helped me through   And all the time I've shared with you   It must be the way that you look in my eyes   That prevents me from telling lies   To cover up how I feel inside