I was walking down the street

When by chance I caught your eye

And I felt self-conscious

Again

Reduced to a foolish dork

'Well done!' I exclaimed, 'Stick me with a fork,

You son of a gun, I'm on the run'

And vanished into the rain

In a freeze near down to the bone

I called you up on the phone

And like a dog that's left at home

All alone

You cast a spell and I fell under

The waterfalls they roared liked thunder

And in the mist, that painted those ancient rocks

We fell in love

Note: there's a musical version of this poem in the External Link below

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