He knows how to make me feel tragedy
He's crafty
He senses many ways to quiet me
He's clever
Hurry up, hurry up he's calling
He's waiting for me down there
Hurry up, hurry up he's calling
He cannot wait to tell me
I will rescue you
He does not accept my reasoning
He's angry
He suspects his charms are failing him
He's anxious
Hurry up, hurry up he's calling
He's learned a perfect rhythm
Let me in, let me in he's sorry
He's sure I'll swoon when I hear him