What You’re Doing

Look, what you’re doing; I’m, feeling blue and lonely. Would it

be too much, too ask of you, what you’re doing, to me?

You, got me running, and, there’s no fun in it. Why should it

be too much, too ask of you, what you’re doing, to me?

I’ve been waiting here for you, wondering what you’re gonna do.

Should you need a love that’s true, it’s me

Please, stop your lying; you, got me crying girl. Why should it

be too much, too ask of you, what you’re doing to me?

I’ve been waiting here for you, wondering what you’re gonna do.

Should you need a love that’s true, it’s me

Please, stop your lying; you, got me crying girl. Why should it

be too much, too ask of you, what you’re doing to me?

What you’re doing, to me? What you’re doing, to me?