Chill !
by sloanranger
I'm really in some kind of daze.
I dance while the radio plays;
every love song's for me,
oh, why can't he see,
it's him that's made me this way.
I know what my girlfriends would say:
"It's ridiculous to feel that way.
It's incomprehensible,
you used to be sensible –
who is this dude, anyway?"
But it seems every time that we meet,
my heart flutters or skips a beat.
I'm suddenly shy
and I don't know why,
without him I don't feel complete.
At the least indication he cares
I feel like I'm walking on air;
high off the ground,
everytime he's around,
I'm a grown-up – this just isn't fair.
I'll pretend, my heart doesn't thrill.
It's not like I don't know the drill:
I'll just settle down,
get rid of this clown,
tell myself: "Come on, girl - chill!"
