It seems too good to be true, Sitting here in front of you, looking at you, (oh man, what a view) My nerves are ecstatic, And oh, I feel so spastic, My heart beat going frantic. My thoughts are hectic, My desire un-measurable by any metric, Our first kiss, so electric. Your lips are so sweet, Passion explodes when we meet, I'd fall over if I didn't have a seat. I'd end up floating off, Without your touch, (so soft) Holding me aloft.