It's something in the way you move, little darlig.
it's something in the way you talk that makes me realize.
it's something in the way you move that makes me happy.
sometimes when you're sad and blue, little darling, you take me down that riverside, that makes me holler.
And you tell me´bout these old times, when I was happy. When I was happy, to make me happy.
So, I sell my soul to happy eyes. I sell my soul to everyone that makes me happy inside. Yes, I do.
In the end of the day, when you want to be seen…