Don't think I'm falling in love, br Just because I happen to stare. br Don't act so cool, br Because it might turn into a glare. br br You think that your cunning, deceiving brown eyes, br Are something new, I haven't seen before. br You think your beautiful pitch black hair is so wonderful, br When, to me, it's nothing, but a bore. br br When you hold my face in your hands, br Don't notice my heart pounding fast. br It's nothing special, br Maybe it's because I feel harassed. br br You hold my hand, br Squeeze it tight. br You gaze in my eyes, I gaze into yours, br This is a staring contest, this is a fight. br br I can't help but wonder 'Why is he leaning in? ' br Your lips press against mine. br He pulls away, 'I love you'. br I guess everything turned out fine. br br Don't think that I'm in love, br We're just friends, boy and girl kind. br He loves me, and I love him, br But this odd love, is something I never usually find.