I'm going to soon write,
a song that you can only see when we dance in the moon light,
Ill dance with my two left feet,
Even if there's no where to dance, except street,
Put my right hand on your waist, hold your left hand,
I ask you when you stole my heart, was theft planned,
Every single time I look in her-eyes,
I'm pleasantly shook and sur-prised,
Your pierced tongue, pierces my inner core,
Each song I write her, makes me want to send her more,
But my broken heart, is already tender and sore,
Every time its broken, I'm a defender in a war,
Losing every time, its so hard to win,
I guess I'm scared of being scarred again,
But if there's ever a time, our lips meet,
When you knock me off me balance, and you trip my feet,
Revive me, when my heart skips a beat,