You, You, You

You, You, You You’ve got eyes in the back of your head You’re gonna get me alive or dead You’ve got hunter’s eyes to see You’re gonna make a meal of me Chorus Ah you, you pull me through you, it’s what you do You fill my heart tear it apart You put me in jail, jump my bail You’re guaranteed and that’s what I need, you, you, you. I am feeling, all alone You have turned me into stone I’d pray the lord my soul to take but it’s easier to wait for . . . Chorus Bridge Who can make me write this letter? Who can leave me feeling better, better, better? It’s . . . Chorus Peter White © 1995, All Rights Reserved.