The Stranger
It's funny to feel the way that I do.. Like when I see
you, my IQ goes to 5. Why? I don't know a thing about you?
I'm surprised at myself for letting a stranger get to me like
this, I can't explain or control it.
I know this can't be love, no the thought alone is ridiculous,
so how do I describe this intense feeling of longing? is it lust?
or something new?
It's probably the fact that I can't have you, I'm sure
I wouldn't feel the same way if it was too easy or would I?
At the same time, I know I'm not like that, I know I don't
like to impose myself upon anyone. So why do I act the way I
do when I'm around you?
I need to clear my head...You go to my head from Billy Holiday
just came to mind...