IRC-Galleria

and i know it sounds so old
but cupid got me in a chokehold
and i'm afraid i might give in
towels on the mat, my white flag is wavin'

i mean he even cooks me pancakes
and alka seltzer when my tummy aches
if that ain't love then i don't know what love is

we even got a secret handshake
and he loves the music that my band makes
i know i'm young but if i had to choose him or the sun
i'd be one nocturnal son of a gun