It's love, it's love. Well, who would've thought it?. If this is love then why have I fought it. What a way to feel I could touch the sky. What a way to feel I have found my guy.
I'm as restless as a willow in a windstorm. I'm as jumpy as a puppet on a string. I'd say that I had spring fever. But I know it isn't spring. . I am starry-eyed and vaguely discontented.
My height, just average. My weight, just average. And my IQ is like you'd estimate, just average. But evidently he does not agree. . Consequently if I seem at sea.
Ask me how do I feel,. Now that we're cosy and clinging,. Well sir, all I can say is. If I were a bell I'd be ringing!. . From the moment we kissed goodnight,.
I won't dance, don't ask me. I won't dance, don't ask me. I won't dance madame with you. My heart won't let me feet do things that they should do. . You know what, you're lovely.
Pretending that we'll meet. Each time I turn a corner. I walk a little faster. . Pretending life is sweet. 'Cause love is around the corner. I walk a little faster.
I hear music. Mighty fine music. The murmur of a morning breeze up there. The rattle of the milkman on the stair. Sure that's music. Mighty fine music.
I've found a new meaning. For the oldest words in use. Now I no longer ask myself. What have I got to lose. If I'm unworthy of the power I own over you.