I really must confess
That you’ve been on my mind;
I try to do my job,
But you’re there all the time

It really isn’t fair
Your image fills my now:
I really must get on,
But I do not know how

I’ve got to get a hold of me
And shake myself to sense:
But knowing I might see you soon
Has got me in suspense

I really must be mad,
I must be quite insane:
For you fill up my thoughts
But do not know
My name