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Since this afternoon at three
I'm sat here with you and we
are talking, smiling, laughing and drinking.
Then you put a question to me
sending shivers right through me,
that old classic, namely: what are you thinking?
I stare into my glass
and contemplate what you have asked.
Oh, what should I say to you and how?
It's a sensitive theme
and a very private dream.
So why do have to ask me that right now?

Cos if you want me to be true,
I am truely through and through
consumed by one single burning issue:
I fancy you, that's clear.
And frankly, my dear,
I would really dearly like to kiss you,

preferably on the mouth. Too many weeks
I have only pecked your cheeks.
Please allow me to stop keeping everything in.
I only would adore
for my lips to meet with yours.
Right now, that is what I'm thinking.

Now if we two were together
I would gladly and forever
catch the fallen stars and give them to you.
I'd do everything I could
to make you happy as I should,
if you only would allow me to woo you.

Because of my soft spot and what not I've got a lot of hot poems for you.
And every now and then I write lovesongs, too.
Your eyes shine so brightly that they leave me blinking.
Right now that is what I'm thinking.

But now I'm in the haze
of your expectant gaze,
what's the best policy? Honesty or bluffin'?
SInce I don't know what the best
answer to your question is,
I reply: (Well...) nothing.

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