There's one of a kind appeal, there's affection, there's man of his word dispatch too in My Lover That franticness, that murdering appeal, he has the underhandedness as well He's one of a kind appeal, there's affection, there's delicacy (polish) as well Try not to ask me where my heart got lost It turned into his after couple visits He's in my eyes He's in my fantasies He's in the fragranced that roses in my recollections His refreshed gaze, His prime youth with such a large amount of adoration The streaming flood of his breaths stops my heart beat I felt modest @ first well still a smidgen