I knew the first day that I met you,
I would never forget you,
and sooner'later here I've fallen
head-over-heels...
But really, I wear sneakers.
Push the knife a little deeper
and maybe baby my veins will spray
how much I feel this way.
I heard you're hopelessly romantic
(and you've fallen for my tactics)
and sooner'later here you've fallen head-over-heels...
But really you wear sneakers,
(oh I think this one's a keeper)
and maybe baby brush my bangs
to see where my old soul hangs...
I'm not supposed to feel this way about a girl.
What would my mother say?
If she knew I wanted to kiss you
under the same milky way
that she's gazing with a cup of tea
(I hope you never let go of me).
It's feeling too good to be with you,
there's really nothing I can do...
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