Stop There

She grows on you Like a fungus, I suppose But she grows Like a cactus when it pricks That's how she sticks At first her bein' near is an ordeal Her manner rubs you wrong But then before too long You kinda sorta like the way that rubbin' starts to feel I don't believe this What am I saying? This feeling must have snuck in unaware I seem to have some thoughts Absurd, I know, but thoughts I find myself supposin' - No! Stop there She has this habit Of bein' bossy Sometimes I find her preachin' hard to bear Then she lets down her guard Completely drops her guard And suddenly I'm thinkin' she - Stop there! Maybe I'm comin' down with fever Or maybe I've been too long in the sun When I think of all the women I could fancy Why would I be ponderin' this one? This might be funny If it weren't awful It's a hopeless mix of humor and despair I can't believe I'm seein' This picture I keep seein' Where she and I - Stop there! Stop there Stop there Maybe I need to see a doctor The kind who treats diseases of the brain Maybe he could diagnose my problem Am I mad, or totally insane? This might be awful If it weren't funny It's clear as Sunday she could never care I oughta turn and go But when I try to go My heart keeps saying no - Stop there Stop there Stop there