I've always been the one
To stand solid on my feet
But hey, for you?
I think I'm willing to admit defeat.
Weak knees,
I think it's the look from the eyes
Hell, I'm thinkin' that it's that
I can call you mine.
Call me a hopeless romantic
Or just plain pathetic
But look, I'm a poet,
I was bound to write it.
This thing that's happening,
Yeah, I'm still trying to believe it,
But baby, I'm fallin' for you,
And I'm not sure
If this is something you knew