Friends
I think that I'm in lust with you,
The more I think about it, the more it seems true.
Since I'm not sure what love is anymore,
I must be in lust with you.
The way you move,the way you speak,
Just bowls me over,and makes me weak.
I must be in lust with you.
Your warm gentle eyes,your sweet loving voice,
Are all that I can think of...
No, this can't be love,
So I must be in lust with you.
You catch my eye,you turn my head,
You fill me up,my daily bread.
I must be in lust with you.
But if not lust,a love of kind,
You are making me lose my mind.
Lust I know is an ugly sin,
It must stop,it has to end.
So I'll just say,
In an old fashion way,
"I like you my friend."
But then again...
Who makes better lovers,
Than friends.