Whatchya Doin

Whatchya doin pretty girl?

Over there, half way round the world.

Are ya working hard? Watching TV?

Are ya daydreaming, thinking bout me?

I wonder sometimes, curiosity.

Call it infatuation, call it unhealthy.

But you are always on my mind, not just occasionally.

I’m talkin all the time. my mind never free.

So I’m pondering girl, whatchya ya up to now.

I wish I knew, some way, some how.