She's Got Me

Nov. 30, 1999

Well, it's not in my way
To worship false idols
Or to make a big play
To folks with big titles

I like to think of myself
As a man of logic and reason
Yes, I fancy myself
As a man for all seasons

You might call me a skeptic
'Cause I suspect superstition
It's all quite antiseptic
All my needless repetition

But then there's one little thing
I can't make head or tails of
Yeah, it's making me sing —
It's the wonder of love

She's got me praying and dreaming
And giggling like a schoolgirl
She's got me boiling and steaming
And saluting banners unfurled

She's got me saying it's fate
That it all happened like this
And asking why I had to wait
So long for love's kiss

She's got me welling with wishes
And going to Mass!
She's got me doing the dishes
Ain't that a kick in the ass?

She's got me crossing my fingers
And throwing salt over my shoulder
She's got me hoping love lingers
I've stopped pushing that boulder

She's got me smiling so wide
And looking forward to the day
When she's there by my side
And forever there she will stay

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