There is a hole
In my heart
And it's shaped
Like yours

There is this emptiness
In my lungs
And it's all because
Of you

There are these flutters
In my stomach
And they appear when I
See You

How do you make me feel this way?
Any time of day?

Where are the wires?
Where are the tires?

Where are the strings?
Where are the backstage things?

How do you do it?
You must be a magician
To make me feel this way