The
lingering feeling like a vintage,
The throbbing pain in my heart,
The lost look like in a puppy’s eye,
Makes me think it must be true;
Wanting
to run from a crowd,
Wanting to hide from my friends,
Wanting to drown in my tears,
Makes me think it must be true;
It really must have
been love,
From the first sight.
The
lingering feeling like a vintage,
The throbbing pain in my heart,
The lost look like in a puppy’s eye,
Makes me think it must be true;
The throbbing pain in my heart,
The lost look like in a puppy’s eye,
Makes me think it must be true;
Wanting
to run from a crowd,
Wanting to hide from my friends,
Wanting to drown in my tears,
Makes me think it must be true;
Wanting to hide from my friends,
Wanting to drown in my tears,
Makes me think it must be true;
From the first sight.