And I feel so intoxicated.
Feel so infatuated
When I’m with you
And I feel so invigorated
Feel so rejuvenated
At the thought of you
But you are not mine
You have already signed on the dotted line
Because they don’t hear you breathe
Don’t know you grieve
When you’re the outside man
They don’t hear you breathe
Don’t know you greave
When you’re the outside man
And I feel so captivated
Feel so fascinated
When I look at you
And I feel so appropriated
Feel so damn jubilated
Just to think of you
And I feel so delectated
Feel so consociated
In the presence of you
But I feel so exacerbated
Feel so damn frustrated
When I’m not with you