| What’s gotten into you lately | |
| It’s hard to know where | |
| I stand ‘Cause nothin’ good has ever come out of | |
| Disassembling what we’ve learned about love | |
| Tried to explain the situation | |
| It’s gotten way out of hand | |
| Things get blown out of proportion | |
| And caused a problem where there never was one | |
| Just let it lay where it may land | |
| Don’t get the wrong idea, baby | |
| Don’t let ‘em box you in | |
| You’re not prepared to handle love again | |
| There’s no tellin’ how it shoulda been | |
| So the wrong ideas don’t do you in | |
| It’s no use to figure every angle | |
| If you know what’s good for you | |
| It’s a thankless job--at least that’s what | |
| I’ve heard | |
| I feel that | |
| I’ve bent over backwards | |
| How could you not see what it’s grown into | |
| CHORUS The thoughts | |
| I keep inside all still apply | |
| I’ve been hopin’ you’d help me to understand | |
| Can’t ya tell that | |
| I’d never wanna jeopardize | |
| What we have so that’s why | |
| I’ll try the best that | |
| I can CHOR | |
| US Can’t we try to come to some agreement | |
| Don’t be so sure that we can | |
| We hit a snag--that’s all there is to it | |
| It’ll take a little push to get through it | |
| You leave me no choice than to play my hand | |
| Don’t get the wrong idea, baby | |
| Don’t let ‘em box you in |
| What' s gotten into you lately | |
| It' s hard to know where | |
| I stand ' Cause nothin' good has ever come out of | |
| Disassembling what we' ve learned about love | |
| Tried to explain the situation | |
| It' s gotten way out of hand | |
| Things get blown out of proportion | |
| And caused a problem where there never was one | |
| Just let it lay where it may land | |
| Don' t get the wrong idea, baby | |
| Don' t let ' em box you in | |
| You' re not prepared to handle love again | |
| There' s no tellin' how it shoulda been | |
| So the wrong ideas don' t do you in | |
| It' s no use to figure every angle | |
| If you know what' s good for you | |
| It' s a thankless jobat least that' s what | |
| I' ve heard | |
| I feel that | |
| I' ve bent over backwards | |
| How could you not see what it' s grown into | |
| CHORUS The thoughts | |
| I keep inside all still apply | |
| I' ve been hopin' you' d help me to understand | |
| Can' t ya tell that | |
| I' d never wanna jeopardize | |
| What we have so that' s why | |
| I' ll try the best that | |
| I can CHOR | |
| US Can' t we try to come to some agreement | |
| Don' t be so sure that we can | |
| We hit a snagthat' s all there is to it | |
| It' ll take a little push to get through it | |
| You leave me no choice than to play my hand | |
| Don' t get the wrong idea, baby | |
| Don' t let ' em box you in |
| What' s gotten into you lately | |
| It' s hard to know where | |
| I stand ' Cause nothin' good has ever come out of | |
| Disassembling what we' ve learned about love | |
| Tried to explain the situation | |
| It' s gotten way out of hand | |
| Things get blown out of proportion | |
| And caused a problem where there never was one | |
| Just let it lay where it may land | |
| Don' t get the wrong idea, baby | |
| Don' t let ' em box you in | |
| You' re not prepared to handle love again | |
| There' s no tellin' how it shoulda been | |
| So the wrong ideas don' t do you in | |
| It' s no use to figure every angle | |
| If you know what' s good for you | |
| It' s a thankless jobat least that' s what | |
| I' ve heard | |
| I feel that | |
| I' ve bent over backwards | |
| How could you not see what it' s grown into | |
| CHORUS The thoughts | |
| I keep inside all still apply | |
| I' ve been hopin' you' d help me to understand | |
| Can' t ya tell that | |
| I' d never wanna jeopardize | |
| What we have so that' s why | |
| I' ll try the best that | |
| I can CHOR | |
| US Can' t we try to come to some agreement | |
| Don' t be so sure that we can | |
| We hit a snagthat' s all there is to it | |
| It' ll take a little push to get through it | |
| You leave me no choice than to play my hand | |
| Don' t get the wrong idea, baby | |
| Don' t let ' em box you in |