Bound To Be

When will you begin to see? That you're a perfect match for me Like two pods in a pea, We fit into a perfect T Cup of tea, no fee, thank God love is free. One hundred percent guarantee. Whenever you're around, I fail to be me. I stumble around, tripping on debris So instead, I listen to my mp3. One, two, three I feel my heart, beating with glee Why is it difficult to make you agree? Do I have to confess or plea? I know it sounds wrong but I want to be your abductee. It's true in some degree, I want your name and mine to be up on a marquee What is it again? Jesse? Mckey? Marie? Gotcha, just kidding, wait. . .do you even know me?