It is difficult to find a way
to spend an evening with you.
Suppose, for example,
we should go dancing.
You know how it is.
Together we will end up looking
for a quiet place to hide.
And inevitably we will finish
with something stupid "I Love You".
I know already the finish from the reaction,
at the very least, grudgingly.
Thinking it is nothing more than one sentence
among the many that are said.
I choose the words very
intelligently as I like for me.
And I expect that the night causes me
the atmosphere to offer you.
But you want to know it's the moon or your perfume
that I feel so close to.
And inevitably in my frustration
in something stupid 'I love you'.
But you want to know it's the moon or your perfume
that I feel so close to.
And inevitably in my frustration
in something stupid 'I love you'.
I love you. I love you. I love you.