Weíve been looking at each other again.
Youíve tried to make eye contact
while Iíve given you peripheral glances.
Over the bridges and through the fences
What do we see in each otherís eyes?

In my eyes do you read the warning
ìContents under pressureî
or do I look like Iíve been shaken, not stirred?
From my actions what have you heard?
I just hope I donít freak you out.

Regarding you, however, I wonder
what Jim Steinman would write about you.
Are you everything that is  ìpure and good and rightî
Or am I just blinded by your light?
No one is that perfect, even me.

You freak me out sometimes, but
I think about you and pray for you
to have a happy life
with or without me in it.
Do you say the same about me?

Warning: Contents under pressure
Donít throw into an open flame
And though they say itís only a game
the funís over when someone gets poked in the eye.

See ya around