I want to tell you

I want to tell you My head is filled with things to say When you're here All those words they seem to slip away When I get near you The games begin to drag me down It's all right I'll make you maybe...

I want to tell you My head is filled with things to say When you're here All those words, they seem to slip away When I get near you, The games begin to drag me down It's all right I'll make you maybe...