The Pressure
All this time walking around
Pretending it's over
And that now,It's clear to se
Got no need to hold her
I think about her compulsively
My friends asking me
Why the commotion about her, man
Still contemplating on how this good relationship was leading us nowhere
And, unexpectedly, as i tried to make it she said, baby, don't bother
If it's a dream coming through being free, they asking me falteringly
why the commotion about her,man
Well it's been so long and all this time i can feel the pressure
getting stronger since I can no longer reach out and touch her
you know I'm hangin on
you know I'm not that strong
since i fell for you
All this time walking around pretending it's over
And that now it's clear to see
got no need to hold her
I think about her compulsively
My friends asking me
I'm wondering baby,what can a poor man do
Why the commotion about her,man
why the commotion about her then