When I look at you, I want to throw up.
Your loveliness gives me butterflies.
When I hear your voice I have to plug my ears.
Your sweetness makes me cry.
When I hold your hand, I need to immediately use the bathroom.
I'm so afraid you're too good to be true.
You take my breath away.
I've hardly breathed all day,
That's why you turn my pinkies blue.
When we go on a date,
I sneeze upon your plate,
Bursting with joy that you're near,
And when we dance the waltz,
One of my little faults,
I just stand there and tinkle in fear.
When it's time for goodbye,
I close my eyes and try,
To give you a sweet little kiss,
But my aim is wrong,
And my lean too strong,
And my face hits the floor as I miss.
Yes, my face... hits the floor... as I miss.
When I look at you... I want to throw... up.