Baby, you come whisper at my door   What do I open it for?    I'm always happy to see your face   Even though you are discrace.      I'm sick of sneaking around x4      Hide your smile it's broad daylight   And don't start thinking about last night   You can't say these things out loud   But I'm not leaving and I'm not proud.      I'm sick of sneaking around x4      Do me the honor of holding my hand on the plane   Take me on public transit   Express your feelings on the train   We travel together over time zones and weather   Never really touching the ground.      The only evidence I have :   Dirty pictures in my bag.   Am I ever going to see where you live?    Am I ever going to meet your kid?       I'm sick of sneaking around x4