Lucy Marskell - Infatuation

Just like the cat who got the cream

you found the man of your dreams

If only I was

so lucky in love

being lucky in love

aint as easy as it seems

True love is like a glove

it keeps you warm

through and through

I believe that your eyes are like doves

but then that's nothing new



You pass me by all the time

wondering whether that's a sign

Did I say I'm

not lucky in love

being lucky in love

speaking to me would be so kind



True love is like a glove

it keeps you warm

through and through

I believe that your lips are like butterflies

but then that's nothing new



Could you refrain from sitting so close to me?

I can't take in the wonders of your face

your face of beautiful symmetry.

True love is like a glove

it keeps you warm

through and through

I believe that now that your kissing my lucky lips

this is something brand new

I believe that now your kissing my lucky lips

this is too good to be true!

Lucy Marskell

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