Whenever see I you, standing before,
Suffer I a heart attack
And if this can be as such,
How to bear the brunt of
So many heart attacks
And it fluctuates and pulsates it abnornmally
The sick and ailing heart of mine
After seeing you accidentally,
Turning into the heartthrob of mine,
Taking the sleeps away from me.
Should I ask you, will; you not mind me,
Do you love me,
Say, say you,
Do you, do you love me?
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