I don't know what happens to me when I'm with you. Your smile hipnotizes me, your gaze drives me crazy, and there's nothing left of me, I melt down like an ice block under the sun. When we go out somewhere I never choose the place, as all I want is to be with you; I live revolving around you like an astray dog that started to follow you. But I'm not your prisoner, and I don't have a robot's soul. Yet there's something in your face I like, I like, and which stole me of my heart.
It may be down to your personality or my will. Your smile hipnotizes me, your gaze drives me crazy. But I'm not your prisoner, and I don't have a robot's soul. Yet there's something in your face I like, I like, and which stole me of my heart.
“If cats looked like frogs we'd realize what nasty, cruel little bastards they are. Style. That's what people remember.” ― Terry Pratchett.