She Makes Me Quiver - Stephen Duffy

I tried to make a joke

You didn’t seem to listen

The café was full of smoke

And I was fiercely bitten

The wind outside could bite

But love for you was savage

Was my conversation trite

Or weighed down with luggage?

She’s got a lot of problems

She’s got a lot of problems

She makes me quiver

The soft suede of her boots

«Admit you are neurotic»

Your Maxfield Parrish suits

«Is style like a narcotic»

But if I can’t be debonair

I’ll just be gaunt and gothic

«Can we make a pair?»

Yes, that would be exotic

I love you massively

I love you passively

Tip toe to my kisses

Give me my best wishes