My heart is in knots and my stomach skips a beat
I tremble at the anticipation of the soft touch, with which you are blessed
My hands and your neck finally meet
All this love that I’ve found, as magic as it is, I detest.
I say I know what I want, what is best for me
But no one can say that, no matter who you are
It can all change, oh so easilyLove; so very weird, so very bizarre