Текст: Skeeter Davis. Chokin' Kind.

I only meant to love you, don't you know it, babe?
Why couldn't you be contented with the love I gave?
I gave you my heart and now you want my mind
Your love scares me to death, boy, it's the chokin' kind

You can kill a girl with poison or a gun or knife
But it hurts her more to take her pride and run her life
Whatever it is you want, I surely hope you'll find
But boy, your hat don't fit my head, it's the chokin' kind

When you fall in love again, boy, take a tip from me
If you don't like the peaches, just walk on by the tree
Find what you want and keep it, treat it sweet and kind
But let it breathe, don't make your love the chokin' kind