Could This Be The One?

Here comes that old familiar feeling,
That lifts me up from floor to ceiling,
All those tell tale signs have just begun,
Could this be the one?
It makes my nerves stand to attention,
It wakes the heart held in suspension,
It tells the cold blood in my veins to run,
Coutd this be the one?
I let my fingers do the talking,
I let them write a home address,
One half of me is screaming, «Leave while you still can,»
The other half of me is saying, «Yes…»
The night befbre, the morning after,
The sideways glance, the nervous laughter,
The look that says, «Oh, what have I done?»
And could this be the one?
Oh, why do we swear that we’re just having fun,
When this could be the one,
The one…