Falling in love with you
was like falling under a spell.
You didn’t even trip me
but boy, I still fell.

They say love is not a game,
I say Cupid’s got good aim.
The things I feel, I always deny.
Hoping one day you tell me, “Please, don’t lie.”

A hundred things I like about you,
a million wishes I’d like to say.
It’ll all end with an “I love you.”
and maybe, just maybe, an “I feel the same way.