Well, I've been thinking, dear, and I feel pretty
  weird-and it's your fault. Thinking of you and me, how
  you accuse me of all kinds of things-and it's terrible.
  But then I think of you and I don't know what to do.
  Oh yeah.
  Cause I love you and you know that I don't know
  what I'll do if you don't...
  I really need you now, but you don't want to help me
  out-you don't get it. And I call out your name. You
  look at me like I'm insane. But I'm not.
  I just love you and you know that I don't know what
  I'll do if you don't...love me toooooo.
  So what do I do now that you refuse to help me
  out-can't do
  nothing. Just think of yesterday and I'll let my imagination
  run away.
  'Cause I love you etc...