So, here is how it’s gonna go:
I have a warning. And I’ve got to let you know
about the danger of what’s been happening
and how you need to be aware of everything.

Since we met all those several weeks ago
there’s been attraction that I’ve been wary to let show
but it’s escaping. Yeah I’ve been bursting at the seams
and what is more than that, I think I’ve burst my support beams.

Damn! This isn’t simply any emergency.
You need to understand just what you do to me.
I got to let you know I feel explosively,
dangerously, feverishly, guaranteed
to love you.

So now you know the truth of how I feel
and the pain of love feels so much less real
because now that it’s shared, and since you know it, too
I think that anything can happen, because you love me, too!

But wait a second! Have I spoken too soon?
Are you, in point of fact, to my love song, immune?
Well, I’m embarrassed, since I misread so much,
more, I’m in so much pain, since I won’t have your touch.

Motherfuck! This really is now an emergency!
I need some help just ’bout immediately!
Why did no one ever think to warn me
that love could ever possibly be conceivably
so fickle?