My Thing
Barry Gibb / Maurice Gibb
I see my dog lying under the table.
I see him licking my brother's girlfriend's hand.
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I can't understand those eyes that keep staring at me.
I can't understand how you do what you do to me.
I keep on looking for you everywhere.
I can't get used to the feeling you're giving me.
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