Something strange and so unsure.
People say it's something called love,
A thing that is given from up above.
I love to love but afraid to fall,
You might not catch me through it all.
But how will I make you catch me,
When I'm not the one you see?
How will I soften your heart of stone,
'Cause I'm afraid all my life I'd be alone?
Teach me how to win a heart,
Tell me where do I start.
Must I be rich, must I be dexterous,
Should I give chocolates, or you prefer rose?
Must I be white, must I be tall,
Would that make you catch me when I fall?
Tell me the easiest way to make you love me too,
Or if not, tell me the hardest one you know.
Teach me how to win a heart,
Tell me where do I start.
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