I've read your pretty speaches
And I must admit they touched my heart
I don't know where you borrow them
But most of them are works of art
No school boy with his Valentines
Was ever more sincere
I've tried to read between the lines
To make the meaning clear
But there's a little voice that whispers
Softly, as I fall asleep:
"You better look before you leap."
My intuition says to me,
Don't ever give your heart away
And so I simply must obey my intuition
My intuition says to me
Those pretty words may not be true
So what am I supposed to do in my position?
I'd like to trust my heart
Believe in just my heart
But it is much too young to know
So though it may be bad advice
I guess I'll have to string along
Until you prove my intuition
Can be wrong.