I Got It Bad

(Matraca Berg&Jim Photoglo) I can't eat, I can't sleep, I got nubs where my fingernails used to be And my cat is lookin' kinda worried 'bout me. The phone rings and I pounce I'm like O.J. Simpson jumping over the couch It ain't you, I'm answering breathlessly I got it bad, I got it bad for you It got hot, you got cold You said your mama didn't think girls should be so bold All of that from one little innocent kiss Well now I heard it all Maybe I should ask your mama to give me a call