If you like me: flirt with me.

Flirt with me long enough and my knees grow shaky. I'll be lost in affections, losing all thought of friendship. Flirt with me shamelessly, put your arm around my shoulder in moments of quiet and soon my face will become red. I'm a whore for love I say, throwing my heart into a ring with disregard for whether it can even fit through.

I'm so easy to catch it's almost laughable.