Falling For You

Holy cow! I think I've got one here. Now just what am I s'posed to do? I've got a number of irrational fears that I'd like to share with you. First there's rules about old goats like me hanging 'round with chicks like you, but I do like you, and another one: you say "like" too much.

But I'm shaking at your touch. I like you way too much. My baby, I'm afraid I'm falling for you. I'd do 'bout anything to get the hell out alive, or maybe I would rather settle down with you. Oh.

Holy moly, baby, wouldn't you know it? Just as I was busting loose, I gotta go turn in my rock star card and get fat and old with you cuz I'm a burning candle. You're a gentle moth teaching me to lick a little bit kinder, and I do like you. You're the lucky one. No, I'm the lucky one.

I'm shaking at your touch. I like you way too much. My baby, I'm afraid I'm falling for you. I'd do 'bout anything to get the hell out alive, or maybe I would rather settle down with you. Oh.

Holy sweet goddamn! You left your cello in the basement. I admired the glowing stars and tried to play a tune. I can't believe how bad I suck, it's true. What could you possibly see in little old three-chord me? But I do like you, and you like me, too. I'm ready. Let's do it, baby.

I'm shaking at your touch. I like you way too much. My baby, I'm afraid I'm falling for you. I'd do 'bout anything to get the hell out alive, or maybe I would rather settle down (down) with you (with you). Down (down) with you (you). Oh, oh.

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