I like you, I like you, I like you so much I'd love to know you, to know you well When can we meet? Are you available next week? Damn, the wait sucks It sucks it sucks 'Cos I like you I like you I like you so much I need to meet you To meet you And oh, oh, oh, oh, oh This will probably turn cold Still we go, we go go go This is what it is What poets try to profess And what it is The gods are jealous This is what it is I must confess An amazing vanishing conquest It punches me in the senses This yearning I'm enduring Just kills those pretenses Don't think I overstate it; It's a million needles in my soul When I'm satiated I might appreciate it You're like a honey shower Black cat eyeliner This is the hour The hour I like you, I like you, I like you so much I need to meet you, to meet you And oh, oh, oh, oh, oh This will probably turn cold Still we go, we go go go This is what it is What poets try to possess And what it is The gods are zealots This is what it is I must confess An amazing vanishing conquest