Marbles کے بول

I‘ve got the poise Of a newborn giraffe And I feel like I've Fallen off the wagon My moves are quite clearly Unchoreographed My comportment like Of a Komodo dragon You make me lose my marbles You get me all wooded up into a lather My words are coming out in Fits and garbles There's no one on this Earth With whom I'd rather You deactivate My defense mechanisms I think I'm coming unglued I have emotional whiplash I cannot brandish my trademark Aloof cynicism I've taken up macramé Just to deal with the backlash You make me lose my marbles You get me all wooded up into a lather My words are coming out in Fits and garbles There's no one on this Earth With whom I'd rather You make me lose my marbles You get me all wooded up into a lather My words are coming out in Fits and garbles There's no one on this Earth With whom I'd rather I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you