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....