ITS gettin bits o posies,
N feelin mighty good;
A-thrillin cause she loves you,
An wondrin why she should;
An stoppin sort o sudden,
Because youre full o thought;
An quick with resless feelins
That make life seem too short!
Its feelin s if shed loved you
Before the world was made;
As if she still would love you,
When all our debts are paid;
As if theres nothin mattered,
As if the world was good,
As if the Lord was lookin,
An sort o understood.
Its feelin kind an gentle
To everything thats weak,
And doin jus sich actions
As nearly seem to speak;
Sich actions women reckon
Are certain to occur
When hes in love with some one,
And that some one isher.
