Hot-tempered with the shortest fuse
You’re such a mess with an attitude
You’re working hard, but you’re paying more
You never talk if you don’t have to
You got a job, but you hate the man
Who takes it all like Uncle Sam

I want you, you, you, you-you, you-you
I, I, I-I-I, I want you

Out of gas, so you walk for miles
To pick me up in your worn out shoes
You never settle, never take too much
You count on me, just like I count on you
Kiss me, like when I first saw you
I figured out I couldn’t be without you

You, you, you, you,-you, you-you
I, I, I-I-I, I want you

You’re so hot-tempered with the shortest fuse
You’re such a mess with an attitude

You, you, you, you-you, you-you
I, I, I-I-I, I want you
I want you, you-you, you-you
I, I, I-I-I, I want you

No one will else will do
(I want) No one makes me smile
(I want) No one gets me how
I want no one else, it’s you
You, you, you

I want you, you-you, you-you
I, I, I-I-I, I want you

You and me, walking together
Screwing up, for worse or for better

You, you, you-you, you-you
I, I, I-I-I, I want you