D is for dangerous: I would love to love you.

I would love to love you.

She was waitin' at the station, he was gettin' off the train; he didn't have a ticket so he had to run through the barriers, again. Well, the ticket inspector saw him rushin' through; he said «girl you don't know how much I missed you but we better run, 'cause I haven't got the funds to pay this». «Fine» she said, «Fine». So they ran out of the station and jumped onto a bus with two of yesterdays travel cards and two bottles of bud. And he said «you look well nice». Well, she was wearin' a skirt and he thought she looked nice and, yeah, she didn't really care about anything else, because she only wanted him to think that she looked nice; and he did, but he was lookin' at her, yeah, all funny in the eye. She said «c'mon, boy, tell me what you're thinkin' now; don't be shy». He said «alright, I'll try. Well, the stars up in the sky and the leaves in the tree; all the broken bits that make you trip up and the grassy in between. All the matter in the world is how much that I like you». She said «what?». He said «let me try and explain again. Right birds can fly so high, and they can shit on your head; yeah, they can almost fly into your eye and make you feel so scared. But when you look at them and you see that they are beautiful. That's how I feel about you; yeah, that's how I feel about you». She said «what?». He said «you». She said «what are you talking about?». He said «you». She said «thanks, I like you too». He said «cool».