[ Featuring Mange Olsson ]
I see you every day walking down the avenue
I'd like to get to know you but all I do is smile at you
Oh, baby, when it comes to talking
My tongue gets so tight
This sidewalk love affair has got me high as a kite
Yeah, yeah, there's something ´bout you, baby, I like
Well, I'm a slow walker but, girl I'd race a mile for you
Just to get there in time for my peek-a-boo rendezvous
Well, maybe baby it's the way you wear you're blue jeans so tight
I can't put my finger on what you're doing right
Yeah, yeah, there's something ´bout you, baby, I like
Yeah, yeah, there's something ´bout you, baby, I like
Well, I'm standing on a corner, smiling by a telephone
I'd just love to check you over,
Get to know you like a fine tooth comb
Oh, now when I go home i turn out the light
And you come strolling through my dreams every night
Yeah, yeah, there's something ´bout you, baby, I like
Yeah, yeah, there's something ´bout you, baby, I like
Yeah, yeah, there's something ´bout you, baby, I like
