They're questioning, and second guessing
if we're more than just friends.
They're trying to analyze the look in my eyes.
They're trying to find any expression of affection.
How long can we keep it secret?
People can see our love. It's a beacon.
Our last kiss, we sneaked it.
Do you think they notice my emotions?
All they need is the pieces.
Put together two and two.
Gather the clues.
It should be old news that I love you.
You're so irresistible, and I'm irrepressible.
My love is uncontrollable.
Who cares if no one knows?
I'm comfortable.
Dec 3, 2013
Dec 3, 2013 at 7:34 PM UTC
They're questioning, and second guessing
if we're more than just friends.
They're trying to analyze the look in my eyes.
They're trying to find any expression of affection.
How long can we keep it secret?
People can see our love. It's a beacon.
Our last kiss, we sneaked it.
Do you think they notice my emotions?
All they need is the pieces.
Put together two and two.
Gather the clues.
It should be old news that I love you.
You're so irresistible, and I'm irrepressible.
My love is uncontrollable.
Who cares if no one knows?
I'm comfortable.
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