i don't think she knows that i dig her
i'm not sure she realizes that she's mine
i'm alone lonely at home
i don't know the way i should take her
i am torn between the methods that there are
i'm at home only alone
petty romance is a thing you can forget
but when i manage to remember
you can bet that i don't think she knows
you can bet that i don't think she knows
i don't think she knows how i love her
i'm not sure she realizes i can be romantic too
i'm alone, biting my nails
i'm alone, watching the mails
i'm alone, whatever prevails
©1978 r.stevie moore
as appears on
the north
what's the point?!! (inst. version)