Chris Isaak

Little girl standing, and I'm so alone.
Little girl whispers, stranger come home.
Sad little eyes, so much to say.
Oh what a game, little girls play and it must be,
Wrong to love you like I do. It must be,
Wrong to love you like I do.
Little girl talking, Can't stand her spell.
Little girl moving, moving slowly.
I can hear music, sounds so far away.
I can hear voices, I know just what they say it must be,
Wrong to love you like I do. It must be,
Wrong to love you like I do.
My head goes a round and round, my heart come a tumbling down.
Your hot kisses only makes me know it's true.