Here you are, and there I go,
a cassette of love; sometimes I flip you off
Still on the other side, a lot of anything goes
as an entry by the look of your eyes, right into your soul
Two of which are open doors, as I'm open to being yours

I don't claim to by any kind of superman,
that tends to turn into a superficial kind of love
And that's more of being way too suspicious,
always trying to supersede all that I have above
But I'm not always on top of things; especially
on one of my many lows, trying to hold onto everything
Everything slips out of an overprotective opinion, in a white glove;
and you probably recognize that common love sickness
A common kind of flu, when love is in the air as just a common
feeling; over the ceiling, to when I was close to a heaven above

But even if I didn't believe in angels,
I'd kiss the wings of the only one I knew
It would be you, but you wouldn't believe me if I said I love you
so much, that much of it annoys me; thinking about you
You flew into my room, and lifted the butterflies in my stomach,
netting my eyes, at first gaze to know you were a catch
Whether to say, "thanks," or "*******," for what you've done,
all I'm left to say is,

                        "I love you, I love you, ****** it I love you"