I would like to tell you how you make me feel - how when you compliment me the words evaporate from my mouth and that a small hurricane forms in the pit of my stomach. I'm sorry if this is a mess but that's how you make me feel, like a bag of scrabble letters; I don't even know what you're doing to me, you have my mind trippin. In scrabble it takes a lot of time and effort to put down the best words to win the game. I guess that's what I'm trying to do; only you are the game and I'm sat on the sidelines hoping for a chance to show you what I'm worth. I'm not saying I'm a champion, I never come first, second or third but with you I'm always winning.