Lyrics:

She comes walking down the streetThat's the kind, hey,That's the kind I want to meetI think I'm making it upI should be putting it downand it's beginning to showI get it fixed in my headand it won't let goOh, I can't help myselfwhen I feel this wayI want to be someone elseWhen I get this feelingit gets in my systemI can't put the brakes onNow she's walking next to methat's the place, yeah,that's the place I want to beI think I'm making it upI should be putting it downand it's beginning to showI get it fixed in my headand it won't let goSubmitted by Michael Hack