Sight of You

I have no gun under my hat on my head
I tip it up at you so you know what I know
We do what we do
We hope we make it through

You drove on the street
I walked on the sidewalk
I want you to see how gay I can be
I get overjoyed at the sight of you

I need to tell you
Like I need to tell you

I need to tell you
Love I need to tell you

I love to tell you