Who are you
And why do you make me feel the way I do?
What business is it of yours
To make my heart skip a beat,
Whenever I see you smile?
Oh, no. You've caught me staring.
I feel happy,
But at the same time, I feel sick.
Why do I feel I hot blush
Creeping up my cheeks?
You're coming closer, closer,
And I feel dizzy.
As I breathe in your fresh scent,
I feel smothered—
What's happening to me!? I think
My mind is foggy, and it's hard
To concentrate with you staring at me.
That's it! I finally know what's happening!
I didn't think it was possible
There can only be one explanation for this:
I must be allergic to you.