You strike a chord on my heartstrings tuned in good ol’ drop D and I could just drop dead
Smiles, crazy dancing, horrible singing songs, my favorite songs and yours
You give me too much credit, yet it’s still not enough
Intimidated by your tease You little tease Don’t you trick me! Your embracing stares and your intense embrace in which you hold me captive to the three-worded lie
Four words I will not return for fear I will believe them for fear they will turn true the moment they kiss your ears if I were to dare set them free Or could they free me? In fear of being foolish, how am I to know?
You give me too many chances and still I know it’s not enough
You strike a chord with me You strum on my heartstrings ever so ungently Just keep strumming ...and turn it up