The Proclaimers they really do

They're thinking of ye
The folks who love ye
Believe when they declare
They really do care
Though you're demanding
They're understanding
No need for angst to come
They're captured by your charm
Arms sweat, teeth grind
You haven't met for a long, long time
But if they should chance to see you
They'll recall how much they need you
They're thinking of ye
The folks who love ye
Believe when they declare
They really do care