You've got me
All tied up to the whipping tree.
But, oh, my friend,
I'm just glad to be in love again.
My dear, its queer.
I know low and I know fear,
If its real, I feel
I'm not a man enough to handle it still, oh.
All tied up to the whipping tree.
But, oh, my friend,
I'm just glad to be in love again.
My dear, its queer.
I know low and I know fear,
If its real, I feel
I'm not a man enough to handle it still, oh.