I met a strange lady, she makes me nervous
I start to shiver everytime she comes around
My heart is yearning for a smile or just a glance but
When I try to talk, my voice won’t make a single sound

My heart is laughing when I see her, it goes....

I had to leave, what’s wrong with me, what’s wrong with me

I want her, I need her, she won’t go out of my head
I should do some impressive things to make her mine
But I’m no genius, just the master of distaster
I have to hurry cause I’m running out of time

I start to sing outside her window.....