I Get Nervous

Lady, I get nervous

Just a being in your service

Words are full of indecision

They evince the troubled nimble wit

Oh, nothing in return

But storm and pessimism instead of dreaming

Being good for me and

Just a-standing in your pretty prison

You're standing here

You think you love me, don't you?

Maybe you're the presence

That begs needing other reasons I got

Summer still looks pretty

I got hungry for the hungry seas

Oh, living for the people

That have nothing but their blues

And I have nothing to be nervous about

Hungerin' over you

In the same rich path

You and I align