Chorus 2:
I don’t care to hug and kiss you – no not much.
When you’re gone I never miss you – no not much.
Like a ten cent soda doesn’t cost a dime,
I don’t want you near me only all the time.
You don’t thrill me when you hold me – no not much.
My brain gets hazy from your cool and crazy touch.
Baby, if you ever go, could I take it? Maybe so.
Ah, but would I like it? No not much. No not much.