You made me poet, a constant diary writer. You made me poet, a constant diary writer.

He was just for me to love, he was just for my soul. He was just for me to love, he was just for my soul.

I remember our skin screwing With manifest pleasure. I remember our skin screwing With manifest pleasure.

I know not why, Why my heart quivers. I know not why, Why my heart quivers.

Some people have written about it, Some people have written about it,

I never meant to fall for you.... I never meant to fall for you....