It’s nothing within my control.
It’s nothing that I wished upon myself,
nor you,
but I’m almost certain that it’s my fault.
I can’t pinpoint it…
whether it’s in your face
or in your pheromones,
but I’m always on the spot
when I’m in your space.
I will, I will, I will, I will try
not to embarrass myself,
but I will, I will, I will.