Everyone that i seenis making eyes at you and me.nYou see you've got this thing with walking,nand me, I've got this thing about you.nnEveryone we pass bynis stealing looks at you and I.nWe're not dressed right for the season,nand we are smiling for no reason.nnIt's really not a complicated thing,nthis knot between my stitching and your ring,nbut who knows if it'll ever be rokennfor now there's no reason to call off the joking.nnIt's really not a difficult thing to conceiventhat all our clothing is matching accidentally,nor that babies are noticing motherlynmotions in you that are familiar and lovely.nnEveryone that I knownis telling me to try take things slow,nbut even things that are wrong about younmake my will too strong to doubt you.nnEveryone in the townnis kind of wishing that this'll go down.nBut the jealous thay can't bless nothing,nand they've got nothing but their suffering.nnIt's really not a worry in my mindnthat we'll be losing out or wasting any time,nbecause no one has got what I've gotnand it's not like there's anything coming to stop us.nnIt's as if there was a star that had told me so,nthat there was nothing left to do but to go back home,nNow I ain't got no luck without you,nit's just like an angel, this thing about you.