If your smile doesn't leave me breathless;
If the glimmer in your eyes,
Doesn't quicken the beat in my heart;
Than my feelings for you aren't real enough.

When our fingertips brush against each other,
I'll feel my chest tighten;
If  you're the one my mind is always on.

When we're alone in a room,
My mind will wonder;
About more than our playful jokes against each other.

Truth is,
There's something here.
But I'd prefer,
To continue to fall;
Than become a victim,
To that stupid grin.