I can call a hundred times a week,
I can leave you messages,
I love you notes,
A perfume on a note, smelling sweet.
But you don't care, and you don't see,
You don't keep me in your thoughts,
not one bit,
You don't even realize what's happening to me.
Baby please, stop makin' me chase you.
Chasing you has become,
the begining of my blues.
Baby please, stop making me chase you,
Chasing you is the only thing
left for me to do.
If I come and see you,
you treat me so cruel.
If I leave in anger you just,
call and ask me why.
When you call you ask me why,
I didn't call you first.
Well I'll be, when I stop chasin'
It brings ya right to me!
Baby please, stop makin' me chase you.
Chasing you has become,
the begining of my blues.
Baby please stop makin' me chase you,
Chasing you seems to be,
the wrong thing to do.
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