Shocking how alluring the French can be,
It seems like with each thought I think of that wonderful face of yours,
It gets slightly harder to breathe,
And it’s slightly easier to begin to see what I’m going for,

Lying here it seems like with every hour I think of what may,
The air is slightly thinner than before,
My heart beats, giant smiles and my soul flares say,
That this is something strong, though I don’t know for sure.

You say you’ve never been in love,
Let me tell you, it’s a lot of fun,
And even when it’s said and done,
That smile is hard to get rid of,

And I don’t know where this is going,
But I know a side of me is showing,
When we talk I stop loathing,
Cause there’s something to you I want you to show me.