The first time you say it was like a music.
The second time you repeat it was like a fantasy.
The third time you tell me that was magic.
And in the fourth time was like a stranger saying things.
It's not bad but I feel that it shouldn't.
It's no dangerous but my mind speaks I couldn't.
It hurts but I know that it's stupid.
And the last thing I'll tell you,
Was the least you want me to say.
One word, five letters,
My hearts pounding not the same.
Sorry, but I have to do it.
Or the girl you know will never be the same.