Mixed Messages

Waitin', wonderin', why I can't be with you Debatin' my judgment of your strange attitude The first time I saw you everything was natural It wasn't much longer to find out you were unavailable I've got this fever It keeps me on my feet You pass by me But you keep actin' sweet Spelling words and truth will start conflicting The stories and feelings making me the victim Can't you see I'm not the other woman Who would seek to lead you into sure collision I've got this fever It keeps me on my feet You pass by me But you keep actin' sweet My sense of integrity Will not be wasted, won't be misstated Your shifty scheming Will not be trusted, I don't have time for this mess You need to find your own place to grow Don't make me, don't make me A part of this variety show I've got this fever It keeps me on my feet You pass by me But you keep actin' sweet I've got this fever It keeps me on my feet You pass by me But you keep actin' sweet But you keep actin' sweet