 It's your uneasy mind
That's been making you blind
I won't lie to you
You've got trouble inside
Baby, I’ve nothing to hide
I've been good to you
All the way from New York City
Calling me constantly
He's asking if I’m sitting pretty
Waiting patiently
Darling, I would not forsake thee
I'm telling you honestly, yeah yeah
What do you think you're gonna find
Checkin' up on me
Baby, you've got a troubled mind
It's time to set me free
What do you think you're gonna find
Checkin' up on me
Baby, you've got a troubled mind
How can you judge
If I don't miss you enough
Any fool can see:
If you can't trust yourself
Can't trust nobody else
Did you lie to me
Yeah, did you lie to me
Even when we are together
Still the jealousy
You know, I just wanna dance forever
And you wanna take that from me
Suppose you really think you're clever
Stealing my liberty, yeah yeah
What do you think you're gonna find
Checkin' up on me
Baby, you've got a troubled mind
It's time to set me free
What do you think you're gonna find
Checkin' up on me
Baby, you've got a troubled mind
I got [?] to think about
Looking into you
I need to know when you're going out
And all the things you do
You may not be guilty by default
And have the nerve to question me
When it's you who could get caught
What do you think I’m gonna find
When I’m checkin' up on you
Maybe you've got something to hide
Though I think I always knew
What do you think I’m gonna find
When I’m checkin' up on you?
Maybe you've got something to hide
Though I think I always knew
What do you think you're gonna find
Checkin' up on me
Baby, you've got a troubled mind
It's time to set me free
What do you think you're gonna find
Checkin' up on me
Baby, you've got a troubled mind
(it's a strange kind of loving)
What do you think you're gonna find
Checkin' up on me
(is it fair love)
Baby, you've got a troubled mind
(is it fair love)
It's time to set me free
(i know you're feeling your suffering)
What do you think you're gonna find
(is it fair love)
Checkin' up on me
Baby, you've got a troubled mind
I can't explain your suspicions
I think it's you
Issues, you, issues
Think it's you
I think it's you
It's a strange kind of loving
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