I'm susceptible to stars in the skies, I'm incurably romantic, if they're told to me all covered with sighs, the wildest of lies seems true. Each time a lovebird sings, I have no defenses, my heart is off on wings along with my senses. I'm a set-up for the moon when it's bright, I'm incurably romantic. And I shouldn't be allowed out at night, with anyone quite like you. But, oh! Your arms are nice, and it would be awfully nice if you turned out to be starry-eyed like me, and incurably romantic too.
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