It’s not what you think
My dreamy state and
Light-weight feeling
have me reeling
but it’s not you
(don’t stand too close, please)
I’d love a breeze
and my words don’t tumble
my feet don’t stumble
because of you
(I repeat)
It’s not what you think
I don’t take a double blink
(when you saunter by)
No, you don’t catch my eye
Where do you
get these notions?
(as though my heart’s been sprinkled
with love potions)
Of course, you’re not to blame
don’t be so vain
I’m feeling a bit flushed
(oh, my, how you make me blush)
Check my temperature, would you?
I must make do,
but I think it’s the flu
Oh, maybe, baby, it IS you!
© LScott 2012
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