You spin me like a carousel
And I've noticed you're a mademoiselle
You can always tug on my lapel
There's no story for me to sell
So those assumptions and suspicions can quell
I should start a bethel
For you and only you
Nobody else is invited
Just me, the VIP
Everyone else is an absentee
You make me feel more at ease
As my heart starts to crease
I can sell my nightmares for lease
So at least they can't be stuck to me
But you're more then welcome to be.