Look,
look at me.
I'm as helpless as a kitten up a tree.
And I feel like I'm clinging to a cloud.
I can't understand.
I get misty just holding your hand.
Walk my way.
And a thousand violins
begin to play.
Or it might be the sound of your hello.
The music I hear.
I get misty the moment you're near.
You could say
that you're leading me on.
But that's just what I want you to do.
Notice
how hopelessly I'm lost.
That's why I'm following you.
Never knowing my right foot from my left,
my hat from my glove.
I'm too misty and too much in love.
I'm too misty.
I'm too misty.
