Each time you blink,
My cheeks turn pink.
What is this feeling?
Put me on the brink.

I saw you glancing
At me while blushing,
What is this feeling,
Pulling my heart’s string?

All night just waiting,
For my phone to ring.
What is this feeling?
Oh, anticipating!

We go ’round driving,
Cuddling and kissing.
What is this feeling,
Are we just lusting?

Now you keep asking,
“Are we a sure thing?”
Want clarifying,
What we’re really doing.

“Where are we heading?”
You persist in probing.
Wait, are you giving
Me a matching ring?

Why is this so tiring?
Now it gets boring.
Damn it, this feeling,
Was just a brief fling.

What to do, darling?
You won’t stop clinging.
Well, if it’s titles you’re seeking,
How ’bout being my underling?