What eyes have put in my head, Wasn’t that something that Shakespeare said, Late one night, heart over heels, He was blind in love, Well, I know how he feels.
Well, I’ve never been captured by poetry, It always struck me as too flowery, Now, I’m love on love torn, lovesick fool, And I’ve been deep into it since I’ve been in to you,
Wanna tell you how it feels, So true, to quote Shakespeare,
Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day Like a golden breeze you got me, blown away-ay Thou arte more lovely and more temperate, Thank the wild, wild flowers on the front porch steps, Oh, your eyes, your lips, your hands, your feet, So wise, so hip, so crazy sweet, So dear, to quote Shakespeare.
Look what your love, has made of me, I’m bearin’ my heart on bended knees, And there’s no such thing as too much ado, Cause you’re my everything, yeah you’re my sun and moon,
Wanna tell you how I feel, So true, to quote Shakespeare,
Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day, Like a golden breeze you got me blown away-ay Thou arte more lovely and more temperate, Than the wild, wild flowers on the front porch steps, Oh, your eyes, your lips, your hands, your feet, So wise, so hip, so crazy sweet, So dear, to quote Shakespeare,
I’m feeling words I’ve never felt before, Need I say more, I finally found the one that I adore, Oh-Whoa,
Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day Like a golden breeze you got me blown away-ay Thou arte more lovely and more temperate, Than the wild, wild flowers on the front porch steps, Oh, your eyes, your lips, your hands, your feet, So wise, so hip, so crazy sweet, So dear, to quote ShakespeareTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
