Swept Under The Rug

He wants her
 So much that it clogs his veins
 He entertains
 The thought each and every day
 Wonders if she'd be inclined
 Reckons she's above his kind
 It's just one of those things
 That's been Swept under the rug
 Left there without love oh oh oh
 It's been swept under the rug
 Left there without love oh oh oh
 When he wakes
 He works his tie into a knot
 Secures his lot
 His want is something he's forgot
 He writes her name up in the sky
 The words don't ever come out right
 It's just one of those things
 That's been Swept under the rug
 Left there without love oh oh oh
 It's been swept under the rug
 Left there without love oh oh oh
 It's been Swept under the rug
 Left there without love oh oh oh