Butterflies in my stomach

Mysterious, should I say, your thoughts,
Driven me towards you all the way;
Discreet was my speech,
My words got stolen and let to slay;
Was it the miracle of those intense eyes?
My lips were carving to play;
Flowing, was that wavery hair,
Wait, what’s this amazing spray?
This is all too much of handsomeness,
I can’t miss you, let’s just fly away;
I just want to sit on your lap,
and wish to pass the day;
You look like wonderland is your address,
Oh, my baby! You are a total buffet;
Forget the whole world, take my hand,
Without any questions, just be my baeā€¦.

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