The Chills

happy am I
be'n with you
never to lie
It's Oh so true

take the paper
walks with me
can it be
just a vapor

dear piece of paper
will you fold
at the edge
Oh you're my maker
yours to hold
at the edge

my heart thumps
as yours beats
little bumps
pretty feet

little chills
to pretty smiles
over hills
follow for miles

for her hair
and feel
gives me scare
and chills

I love her
she loves me
she's my cure
makes me be

more than I could be
stings me like a bee
baby can you see

You are
apple of my
to far
you got my eye

your hearts to big to hold
If I cept tryin
I would be way way old
but I keep tryin

butterflies
beautiful
never cry
beautiful

chills in my heart
When I saw your face
beautiful art
you know my heart sank

cause I have the chill
spinning with out will
no control desire
your so distinguished
my heart's on fire
please don't extinguish
the butterflies
and my chills
dancing lives
do not kill
God I
love these chills
don't lie