Miss Pretty eyes, I’m getting into you crazily
This doesn’t happen to me easily
Sometimes it seems like I’ve known you momentarily
Other times it seems we’ve known from eternity
Call it déjà vu or voodoo
But it’s no Hollywood series nor boo-boo
I can’t wait to gaze at you and say ‘I love you’
And hope and crave for an ‘I love you too’.
I want to be able to love you and not be scared
Should it be a no in the end, at least I dared
I give my fraidy heart away and now I feel bared
My safeguards are off but I have hope instead.