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I'm susceptible to stars in the sky. I'm incurably romantic. If they're all covered with sighs. The wildest of lies seem true. Each time a love bird sings I have no defences. My heart is off on wings. Along with my senses. I'm a setup for the moon when it's bright. I'm incurably romantic. And I shouldn't be allowed out at night. With anyone quite like you. But oh your arms are nice. And it would be awfully nice. If you turned out to be . Starry-eyed like me. And incurably romantic too! I have no defences My heart is off on wings Along with my senses I'm a setur for the moon when it's bright

When a man loves a woman. Can't keep his mind on nothing else. He'd trade the world for the god thing he's found.