My heart is pounding
Out my chest it's sounding
Off to the military
Acting like this isn't temporary
My feet are skipping
Stairs and the feeling is hitting
The floor isn't sitting
Why it normally makes a stand
I see this man and I think "Oh, I can"
I see the struggle and think this is my chance
Baby, I think that I've become obsessed
To the way that he touches my chest
And to the way that he brings out my best
Baby, I think that I've become obsessed
To the way that he feels around my neck
And to the way that he brings out my best
Baby, I have become so obsessed
It's the way that he wraps his
Hand around a cup of tea
It's the way that he's smiling
To show me that he's free
My heart is racing for the fences
His smile is never ending
Like the matches for tennis
He makes my body kind of tense
I see this man and I say "Oh, yes I can"
I see the impulse so this is my chance
Baby, I think that I've become obsessed
To the way that he breathes on my neck
And to the way that he brings out my best
Baby, I think that I've become obsessed
To the way that he he touches my chest
And to the way that he brings out my best
Baby, I have become so obsessed
Maybe I made it all up in my head
Maybe he didn't say a word that's said
But when I see this man I think I can't
But maybe if I try maybe I can
Or he could just come over here and say yes
Baby, I've just become so fucking obsessed
To the way that he fills up the rest
And to the way that he brings out my best
Baby, I've just become so obsessed
To the way that he feels my chest
And to the way that I bring out his best
Baby, I've become so obsessed
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Teenage Dream (Deluxe)
PoetryI was a mad person obsessed with writing. I had ended up writing 20 poems but decided not all fit the original concept of the collection. But, I made sure to include them here. The deluxe poems have a more sad feeling, since for the original I was m...
