I'm floating like a feather surfing the wind
We circle each other like two birds in spring
My body moves in ways I can't explain
I start to stutter when I hear your name
My flowers wilt
I drink my milk
Just like James Dean
Is it heaven or hell
Nobody really can tell
It's never or now
Don't make me wait up somehow
Could this be more than infatuation
You're so hard to please, you're such a flirt
My life is balanced on the hem of your skirt
I'll chase you forever if that's what you like
My heart's a balloon heading for a spike
You bite your lip
I'm in your grip
My assassin in pink
Is it heaven or hell?
Nobody really can tell
It's never or now
Don't make me wait up somehow
Could this be more than infatuation?
Is it heaven or hell?
Nobody really can tell
It's never or now
Don't make me wait up somehow
Could this be more than infatuation?