I`ve read your pretty speaches
And I must admit they touched my heart
I don`t know where you borrow them
But most of them are works of art
No school boy with his Valentines
Was ever more sincere
I`ve tried to read between the lines
To make the meaning clear
But there`s a little voice that whispers
Softly, as I fall asleep:
"You better look before you leap."
My intuition says to me,
Don`t ever give your heart away
And so I simply must obey my intuition
My intuition says to me
Those pretty words may not be true
So what am I supposed to do in my position?
I`d like to trust my heart
Believe in just my heart
But it is much too young to know
So though it may be bad advice
I guess I`ll have to string along
Until you prove my intuition
Can be wrong.
My intuition goes like this:
I`m playing poker with a bunch
And all at once I get a hunch
That`s intuition
I`m playing aces back to back
And I can see a pair of kings
But if there`s one more of those things
What`s my position?
Well, if you get the cards
Then you should bet the cards
At least, that`s what I`ve always heard
You have your hunch, I`ll have mine
Suppose we both we both just string along
Until we prove our intuition can be wrong.