This is another lonely morning And the telephone will ring You're mad that i won't see you So happy and so mean So i'll make my rounds again And go groping in the dark And baby, you might think i'm winning, But i've got the horse behind the cart They say that this is appealing In someone so young Well maybe this will be fun Look kids i think that she's feeling, Or is she numb? This is me without charm What possible harm could i do? What harm could i do to you? I took you into my arms What possible harm could i do? What harm could i do to you?