Little eyebrow message, flirting.
I study every word!
Today, I choose to infer
That what I call 'your heart' is thinking of me...
Love!
Let me kiss you!
When?
Not soon enough...
Not close enough...
Not warm enough...
Not long enough...
My Love!
(Has he chosen to believe it?
Has he chosen to believe it?
Has he chosen to believe it?)
Even just a flirt can lift my spirit,
fill me with such hope!
Hope, hope, hope...
Even as the flirt is falling short,
I feel a beautiful space inside,
Where once rusty chains had been stored.
Her face is the one that breaks each link suddenly!
Bowing to her, I deliver comically
the statements I revealed previously,
That love had dissolved my soul's penitentiary.
Well I hope that I don't believe it,
I hope that I just take the flirt,
satisfied with what it is worth!
Have I chosen to believe it,
Have I chosen to believe it,
Have I chosen to believe it,
Have I chosen to believe it now?