I need your arms around me, I need to feel your touch. I need your understanding, I need your love... so much. You tell me that you love me so, you tell me that you care, but when I need yo

She's writing, she's writing, She's writing a novel. She's writing, she's weaving, Conceiving a plot. It quickens, it thickens. You can't put it down now. It takes you, it shakes you, It makes

You won't admit you love me. And so how am I ever to know? You only tell me Perhaps, perhaps, perhaps. A million times I ask you, And then I ask you over again. You only answer Perhaps, perhaps