| Song | Whatcha Doing to Me |
| Artist | K-Man & The 45s |
| Album | Stand with the Youth |
| 作词 : Kristin McNulty | |
| 作曲 : Kristin McNulty | |
| When I close my eyes you are all that I can see | |
| Driving down the highway you’re image follows me | |
| I get a little high drinking gin and juice | |
| Try to brush it off but you know I’m going to lose | |
| Oh Oh | |
| Whatcha doing to me | |
| Oh Oh | |
| Whatcha doing | |
| To me, to me, to me, to me | |
| Like a deer in the headlights I couldn’t run away | |
| When saw you on the streets I didn’t know what to say | |
| I shake my head every day and what have we become | |
| If I had a bullet babe I wouldn’t want a gun | |
| Oh Oh | |
| Whatcha doing to me | |
| Oh Oh | |
| Whatcha doing | |
| To me, to me, to me, to me | |
| My head was in a panic I couldn’t see a thing | |
| All went black without a sound the air was wearing thin | |
| Sweat ran down my forehead where did I go wrong | |
| The ghost of you pounds in my head as I write this song | |
| Oh Oh | |
| Whatcha doing to me | |
| Oh Oh | |
| Whatcha doing to me | |
| Because my brain’s gone crazy and I cannot see. | |
| Oh Oh | |
| Whatcha doing to me | |
| Oh Oh | |
| Whatcha doing | |
| To me, to me, to me, to me |
| zuò cí : Kristin McNulty | |
| zuò qǔ : Kristin McNulty | |
| When I close my eyes you are all that I can see | |
| Driving down the highway you' re image follows me | |
| I get a little high drinking gin and juice | |
| Try to brush it off but you know I' m going to lose | |
| Oh Oh | |
| Whatcha doing to me | |
| Oh Oh | |
| Whatcha doing | |
| To me, to me, to me, to me | |
| Like a deer in the headlights I couldn' t run away | |
| When saw you on the streets I didn' t know what to say | |
| I shake my head every day and what have we become | |
| If I had a bullet babe I wouldn' t want a gun | |
| Oh Oh | |
| Whatcha doing to me | |
| Oh Oh | |
| Whatcha doing | |
| To me, to me, to me, to me | |
| My head was in a panic I couldn' t see a thing | |
| All went black without a sound the air was wearing thin | |
| Sweat ran down my forehead where did I go wrong | |
| The ghost of you pounds in my head as I write this song | |
| Oh Oh | |
| Whatcha doing to me | |
| Oh Oh | |
| Whatcha doing to me | |
| Because my brain' s gone crazy and I cannot see. | |
| Oh Oh | |
| Whatcha doing to me | |
| Oh Oh | |
| Whatcha doing | |
| To me, to me, to me, to me |