You've got me sweating tiny buckets of fret
Gives me the shivers of a Vietnam vet
When you take solos in your chamber quartet
All my troubles seem like silly regrets
Make it last 'till dawn
Sweating Tiny Buckets
Be my Miss Saigon
Sweating Tiny Buckets
You've got me sweating tiny buckets in sheets
Be careful when you touch me, heat begets heat
You fill in my blanks, make my crossword complete
Combinatorically we can be discrete