And then there was that kiss; 
That kiss that stole my breath away, 
That kiss that should have knocked me back to yesterday. 
That kiss...

And then there was your lips; 
Your lips that made me think again, 
As you slightly raised my chin. 
Your lips.

And then there was your hands; 
Clinging to me as leaves do to a tree, 
Your hands as you told me how you felt about me. 
Your hands.

And then there was your eyes; 
Your eyes begging me silently, 
Knowing what you want will never get you me. 
Your eyes.

And then there was all of it, 
And holy-moley, man, I screwed up.
I regret leading you on, 
Letting you think I really liked you back, 
That I really wanted more than your kiss. 
To tell you the truth... part of me does. 
But then there?s the rest of me, 
The guilty plea, the sane part of me.

That guilty plea could have me condemned;
The sane part of me that keeps me free, 
It should have screamed! 
Why it didn?t... I don?t know, maybe that was love, 
and I just let go...