A curveball in the form of you,
And I just, just can't get enough,
Of this metaphoric baseball game,
It's too enchanting to ignore.
And I am swimming,
swimming alone in the ocean,
I'll tread water until I'm worthy,
Worthy, of your touch,
Worry, I worry I will never be enough.
The stars fall around me,
Your eyes, your eyes they engulf me,
As I get into your car,
And I hope for this ride to never end,
Because you're a drug,
And the biggest trend,
And I can't help being attracted to you.
Maybe you'll help me be beautiful.