| Lyrics: | (Lancaster)
Baby, the feeling that you give to me
Maybe I'm thinking your so good to
me
Is it really, really me?
Is it really, really me?
Baby, the feeling, I can't
stand the joy
Spare me some feeling if I wake up a boy
Is it really, really me?
Is it
really, really me?
Baby, I'm feeling like a fire, I am
Am I still teething or could I
be a man?
Is it? Is it?
Is it really, really me?
Is it really, really me?
I
gotta get along 'cos it's a long, long ride now
I've been away too long, I gotta get on home
now
I'm getting far too old to know my dream of fortune
But the time is flowing now, I know
what I must do
I gotta go home, I gotta go home
I gotta go home to ease my mind
I
gotta go home, I gotta go home
I gotta go home to ease my mind
I gotta get along 'cos
it's a long, long ride now
I've been away too long, I gotta get on home now
I'm getting far
too old to know my dream of fortune
But the time is flowing now, I know what I must
do
I gotta go home, I gotta go home
I gotta go home to ease my mind
I gotta go
home, I gotta go home
I gotta go home to ease my mind |
