I've got my frighteners on And its mask a frightening Subconsciousness I'll don all with my head shorn Weather my sense of the impossible Which invariably can turn Very probable, even troublesome Add it to my aberration And all the things I've, things I've never done... My poor heart so bloody sure That it is karl denver Every time she draws near; And I feel a yodelling tremor Signalling... Full ahead my abashment is on I guess I should be gone...home I'm swathed... No wonder that I sweat Take a glance at her... Like a mother's s**ling baby I wept Cut my swathe.. No wonder I sweat Take a glance at her... Rosary beads And I wept. from my brow I don't want it now? Even when I did I didn't know why? If? or just how troublesome Add it to my aberration Of all the things, all the things I've never done My poor heart so bloody sure That it's karl denver Every time she draws near; And I feel a yodelling tremor Signalling... Full ahead my abashment is on