Worrying about...

Irma, My Waussie,

I am attracted to her heart, I am full of love for her. Her looks it appeals to me. Wow, It speaks volumes. She is a kind of woman where your proverbial, A murder for would like to do, Yeah. And while I hear she,s singing in my head, Wauw, she,s got a thing. They call it, Yes even the shade singing along with her, When she,s jump around whit her head up and down. Yes even she has it too, Thats called radar love.

Sometimes I hate it sweetie, I've tried to forget you, But how could i forget that light in your clear divine eyes. Still shines, Those feelings if you touched me, Sweetie. An image I will never forget. Those thoughts, They wont let me go. The thrill of her thats makes it goes on and on, Oo heaven what do I love that woman. But it feels like she makes me feeling myself as part time lover.

There is no one who can come between these thoughts, Sweetie. Even with our eyes open, We see the moon through the clouds, While we started our R delight full song singing. I thought she,s never stops with singing our song. But I loved it what she did. Sometimes I feel, As the character Charlie Brown. Still worrying about his sweetheart, When will those clouds all disappear even if not, Then I do still love you, Still,

Irma, My Waussie, I swear...