Look at me.

I’m as help less as a kit ten up a tree,

And I feel like I’m cling ing to a cloud;

I can’t un der stand, I get mist y just hold ing your hand.

Walk my way

and a thou sand vi o lins be gin to play,

Or it might be the sound of your hel lo,

that mu sic I hear, I get mist y, the mo ment you’re near.

You can say that you’re lead ing me on,

but it’s just what I want you to do.

Don’t you no tice how hope less ly I’m lost

that’s why I’m fol low ing you.

On my own,

would I wan der through this won der land a lone

nev er know ing my right foot from my left,

my hat from my glove, I’m too mist y and too much in love.

Look at me.

I’m as help less as a kit ten up a tree,

And I feel like I’m cling ing to a cloud;

I can’t un der stand, I get mist y just hold ing your hand.

Walk my way

and a thou sand vi o lins be gin to play,

Or it might be the sound of your hel lo,

that mu sic I hear, I get mist y, the mo ment you’re near.

You can say that you’re lead ing me on,

but it’s just what I want you to do.

Don’t you no tice how hope less ly I’m lost

that’s why I’m fol low ing you.

On my own,

would I wan der through this won der land a lone

nev er know ing my right foot from my left,

my hat from my glove, I’m too mist y and too much in love.

Look at love.