Post by sarahleto on Aug 5, 2009 4:25:50 GMT -5
One.
Oh Paul, you and that black suit.
You make my heart go aflutter and often afloot.
I like the collar of your shirt, so pristine and sharp. I was wondering if you ironed it, you dear little heart.
I like the swankiness of your eyebrows, up and down, round and round,
do they do that by strings or by the awesomeness of your sound?
Your voice is quite nifty, resounding and true, am I done describing? Nope, not with you.
Two.
Oh Paul, 'Take me home' you say?
How can I resist those eyes on auto replay?
I like the way your arms open wide, inviting her, your love, inside,
and your chestnut hair, glimmering so prettily, it can't help but make my heart go aflittery.
How can one resist the Prince of Swank, King of Melting Hearts?
Every girl needs her shining knight to repair her broken parts.
Will you be some lovely lady's knight and dream come true?
Forever will she be faithful, always in love with handsome you.
Three.
Oh Paul, love you dearest and forever?
Raise me up on your shoulders and we'll ride away together.
Look at that mouth, so pink and glistening.
Sing me a song and a tale a-whistling.
Those pretty words you whisper in my ear,
fills me with joy and a love so dear.
Forget that fairy dancer, you handsome lad,
True Love and devotion from me is to be had.
Four.
Oh Paul, where is your lady love? Lost and confused in the snow?
She tried to follow you, through forests, mountains, high and low.
She went to the hills of forest green, the mountains in the sky,
through rivers of rapid rushing, trying to find the blue of your eyes.
She couldn't find anything to compare to beauty of yours
crawling through windows, sliding through doors.
Your lady love has come back. She has returned!
With love in the heart and straight into your arms.
Oh Paul, you and that black suit.
You make my heart go aflutter and often afloot.
I like the collar of your shirt, so pristine and sharp. I was wondering if you ironed it, you dear little heart.
I like the swankiness of your eyebrows, up and down, round and round,
do they do that by strings or by the awesomeness of your sound?
Your voice is quite nifty, resounding and true, am I done describing? Nope, not with you.
Two.
Oh Paul, 'Take me home' you say?
How can I resist those eyes on auto replay?
I like the way your arms open wide, inviting her, your love, inside,
and your chestnut hair, glimmering so prettily, it can't help but make my heart go aflittery.
How can one resist the Prince of Swank, King of Melting Hearts?
Every girl needs her shining knight to repair her broken parts.
Will you be some lovely lady's knight and dream come true?
Forever will she be faithful, always in love with handsome you.
Three.
Oh Paul, love you dearest and forever?
Raise me up on your shoulders and we'll ride away together.
Look at that mouth, so pink and glistening.
Sing me a song and a tale a-whistling.
Those pretty words you whisper in my ear,
fills me with joy and a love so dear.
Forget that fairy dancer, you handsome lad,
True Love and devotion from me is to be had.
Four.
Oh Paul, where is your lady love? Lost and confused in the snow?
She tried to follow you, through forests, mountains, high and low.
She went to the hills of forest green, the mountains in the sky,
through rivers of rapid rushing, trying to find the blue of your eyes.
She couldn't find anything to compare to beauty of yours
crawling through windows, sliding through doors.
Your lady love has come back. She has returned!
With love in the heart and straight into your arms.