I got 88 ways I could say this To trace a beautiful line from your heart to mine I tried rhyme after rhyme but it sounds so cliché So if I trip and make no sense well I can't help myself Who-oo-ooo Don't make me say it You-oo-ooo You're my favourite My heart feels like a Saturday morning Daydreams flutter around and fill up my head I'm dizzy spinnin' around and around on a carousel So if I trip and make no sense well I can't help myself