I feel lonely, isolated, cut off from you,
I feel uptight, aggravated - oh, what else is new'
I'd feel a whole lot better if I could only talk to you,
I'd give everything to hear you calling out my name,
Telling me that you love me, and you feel the same,
Come crash my guilty party; I'm the one to blame.

Well, I need you, you, you, you,
Need you, you, you, you,
I need you, you, you, you,
I need you, you, you, you,
I need all of you, and every little thing you do, yeah.

Save me, save me, save me from randomity,
Yeah, save me, save me from my self-sufficiency,
But most of all, please save me from my selfish greed,
I'm gonna wake up every morning, fall down on my knees,
Pray to the Lord above to keep you in my space,
This world is cold, and if you leave I'm gonna freeze.

Yes, I need you, you, you,
I need you, you, you, you,
I need you, you, you, you,
I need you, you, you, you,
I need all of you, and every little thing you do.

(Here come that train)

I need you, you, you, you,
You, you,
I need you, you, you, you,
I need you, you, you, you,
I need all of you, and every little thing you do,
I need you, you, you, you,
I need you, you, you, you,
I need you, you, you, you,
I need you, you, you,
I need all of you, and every little thing you do.

I need all of you, and every little thing you do.

(One time)

Yeah, I need you, you, you,
I need you, you, you, you,
I need you, you, you, you,
Lord, I need you, you, you,
Lord, everything...every little thing you do.

(Thankyou)

(You know, you know, I don't even remember "Snake". Do you remember it' I wanna try it, I wanna see if we can even play it.)

(But how did it start' - Oh.)
(Hit the feedback. It's not working.)
(I need the lyrics sheet. I swear I have not heard this record. I don't relate to it, I don't like it, it sounds like Ozzy Osborne on reds. I wrote it for the teen set...and the teens didn't want it. I think the twenty-five year old male demographic was people buying that record. I honestly don't remember much about it. (Actually I think, didn't Word want something for the Amy Grant crowd') I don't know. I don't recall it being a corporate decision at the time. Can't even find the lyric sheet for it, what a waste. You got my glasses, Dave' (Nope, you have them on.) Oh, here we go. I remember writing this; I wrote it in a doughnut shop, ladies and gentlemen.)