Now, sir, where have you taken my heart?
It's not at the dump cause I'm feeling great,
And it's not in limbo cause I've got closure,
So what have you done?

I think there's something special in the works,
Brewing and stewing in my vocal chords,
I could call it an, 'I love you' but it's too soon,
The center is still much too cold,
I hope you won't mind the wait.

There's a touch I'd like from you,
It's more than just the touch of lust,
The hand that's gentle and warm,
Like a cup of fresh cocoa.

I know there's something special in the works,
A buttery sweet sort of brew to sip upon,
I might begin to call it an 'I love you' but in due time,
The ingredients haven't all been added,
I hope you won't mind the wait.

Even as I dance with you,
A cheesy ballad or two,
Maybe a cuddle to boot,
now, sir, there's nowhere else I'd be.

I think there's something special in the works,
Brewing and stewing in my vocal chords,
I could call it an, 'I love you' but it's too soon,
The center is still much too cold,
I hope you won't mind the wait.