Inside your body, there is a brass band playing Your heart is beating to the drum. Your nerves are the guitar strings and you have symbols in your tum. Your knees dont need any instrument they are knocking by themselves. Your teeth have life of their own too. Your hands are shaking, dont know why. And butterflies are whirling in your brain. There she is, dolled up to the nines Lipstick is going to be on your shirt. You will smell like Heaven and that is okay. And your words have just floated down the drain. Your cheeks have turned a rich and **** red Just like the colour of her dress. Is your shirt ironed properly, she will inspect it Is it hot off the press? Have you the right words to say, do not get this wrong Say the right words and in the right order Or you will pay for it all of your life long. Then there is the kiss, oh the first kiss Memory that will stain your lips for true. Pucker up lad,have you washed your teeth Do you know the right and wrong thing to do? Then there is the love bit, oh the love thing. Get the groove, set the pattern and hold her hand Then when your stomach is churning like a dairy and your juices thicken you can say "Marry Me". Man up and dont start acting like a fairy.