Beautiful Trouble

My dearest dear, I write this letter because I have no other choice

Life without you has become intolerable

I tried to fill my world with all kinds of distractions

Sports, travel, stupid hobbies, but it's no use

My restless mind keeps running back to the good days

The bright days when our incredible affair first began

Most introductions are only a jumble of polite words

But ours was the fourth of July and Christmas morning

At least it was to me

Knowing you as I do now, I'm sure you must have felt somewhat the same

I walked away from you and ran right into a lamppost

And a cop came up and said, "Are you all right, lady?"

And I said, "Yes, it was only that stroke of lightning"

But the cop didn't understand, and then I realized

That nobody else saw the lightning hurry by

And I wasn't sure whether I should laugh or cry

So I said to myself, "Honey, you're in trouble."

And I was, and I still am

I'm in trouble, such beautiful trouble

And it's the most serious trouble I've had, and I'm glad

I have a most exciting heart palpitation

This situation is completely out of hand, and it's grand

One day he's known me

And he wants to own me

I'm putting up a fight, and hoping I lose!

My doctor made a wise prediction

He said this wonderful affliction

Was simply that beautiful trouble called love

I try to be good

But it's hard to see good

If love is blind, buster, hand me my cane, cause it's plain!

I'm in the most delicious new kind of danger

This perfect stranger strikes before the iron is hot, and why not?

No longer am I bored, I'm on the high board

I took one look and I'm ready to leave

No time to even count to ten, kids

I'm shoutin', "Here we go again," kids

I'm in that beautiful trouble called love