Am I Dreamin;
She ain't never comin' back
And my poor poor heart
Never felt this bad
Well ain't it funny
Just like putty in your hands
Well you keep talking
Talking down to me
And your face is all that I can see
It ain't funny
Cause I'm like putty in your hands
She she's got a hold hold on me
She's gotta hold hold on me
One lonely night I was on my own
Then I saw you
Trying to find your way back home
And it ain't funny
You got no money
In your hand
You know she cuts so deep
Cut you with the look in her eyes
And if you start to bleed
You better run for your life
Well it ain't funny
Cause I'm like putty in your hands
She's got a hold on me
She's gotta hold
She's got a hold on me
So I've been told
She she's got a hold no me
She's got a hold
She's got a hold on me
She She's gotta hold on me
Oh no