I never know what to say without sounding like I've got the verbal runsnI never know what to do when I'm standing in full glory in front of younnAnd I trip on my feet to the out of sync beatnOf my racing heartnYou stutter, so do InTurns out there's no dividenAs we get closer to the startnnAnd I think I'm falling in love with younAnd I hope you feel the same way toonnWhen I wake your gorgeous face is less than two inches away from minenAnd as I stare into that sleeping face I wonder what's going on inside the mindnnThere was something I missed when I was starting into your eyesnSomething resembeiling an open door, the biggest pile of shit in my lifennI don't think you meant the words, probably just a case of verbal runsnI hate the fact you've left me in the lurch