Infatuation, she's a fatal attraction
Hang around, screw up my mind
(Dangers of drinking), but I don't want to die
Got to leave this cycle behind
And I can't wait 'til tomorrow
I can't wait another day
I can't wait 'til tomorrow
Tomorrow she goes away - ay, hay
Over my shoulder, I keep looking back
Over my shoulder, I keep looking back
I feel a presence following me