Goodness me Maybe I'm barking up the wrong tree, baby Girl I know your plan to settle down is hardly more than Spinning circles in your head If you need me I'll be cutting off my hair and splitting wood Fairly sweet, maybe he's playing up the wrong moves, baby Boy I don't know how much longer I will know you But I'm grateful each and every day If you need me I'll be changing shape and taking my sweet time Evening gloves, her rubber gall So tell me something Say it ain't so Fearful girl keeps clawing at my jaw