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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 seem true.Each time a love bird sings,I have no defenses,My heart is off on wings,Along with my senses!I'm a setup for the moon when it's bright,I'm incurably romantic,And I shouldn't be allowed out at nightWith anyone quite like you.But oh, your arms are nice,And it would be awfully niceIf you turned out to beStarry eyed like me,And incurably romantic too.But oh, your arms are nice,And it would be awfully niceIf you turned out to beStarry eyed like me,And incurably romantic too. Aus Songtexte Mania