Everyone's talking about love. Everyone's sayin' they got the fever. Everyone's shoutin' they need someone. Well let me tell somethin' that I am not gonna fell for the spell. I ain't gonna have them fever. I can walk the couple district with my own two feet thanks. Imma always thinkin' about that special feeling, is it special at all? Science say your things, It's all in the mind.
A feebish attempt and slightly influence by the easy-flowing lyrics of rock and roll.
Anyway, what it all leads to is why? Why is everyone over reacting about this certain feeling? Yes we are human, but is there a need to be acting like you're available and playable? As if your whole life is reserved for the special someone but yourself and yet you find it fun to do. It's a whore's job, so pay your attention to something else - and act very sane until the time comes. I believe in a love so pure and untouchable, unapproachable with merely any attempts of a flirt.
And yet they say I am not experienced. After regretting some naive experiences of early love bugs, I constantly repel myself from the spell - and analyse a two lover's psychology from a distant. It's funny that people can jump to conclusions, when all they need is to stop and think for a second or two. I used to think these kind of things are unavoidable, but they can be repelled. It's all in the mind!
But I do end up fantasising something I could never get.
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