Call the Doctor

Some people give you butterflies When staring deep into your eyes, Or cause peculiar palpitations Just from your kindly conversations, But when you're on my mind it seems You take these feelings to extremes, One look at me and suddenly My insides burst with ecstasy, My tummy's tight, giddy and wild, Yet nauseous like a seasick child, This squeezing feeling in my chest Like carnal cardiac arrest, Can't fill my lungs with breaths so brisk, These cramps feel like I've slipped a disc, One simple smile caused this to start, It can't be healthy for my heart, I bump into lampposts and bars And stroll in front of speeding cars, You pull me back, check I'm okay My brain falls out so I can't say, This strange effect you have on me Just proves that we are meant to be, But 'til I work out a prevention I may need medical attention.