Great Expectations - Buck Owens

I’ve got sexy sensations

And tender temptations

And great expectations of you

Oh, the first time I saw you

I thought I might

Have gotten you under my skin

For the more that I tried

To get rid of you

The more I’d just rub you in

Oh, they say infatuation

Is a fickle thing

Like the seasons

It comes and it goes

You came into my life

Like a summer breeze

And stayed like a long winter snow