Comments about Lee Hutchinson
You touch with fingers, sweaty palms
And hold all clumsy, outstretched arms.
Now kiss with lips all dry and tense
Oh why? Oh why? Be so intense?
You look around, her eyes to miss
Your face all flushed, a poor first kiss.
You feel a fool for being so nervous
And start to think, "Can this get worse? ! "
So just relax, and be yourself
She fancied you and you, herself.
Let smiles betray the hearts within
And let things flow, let love begin.