We talked all night about your life and I was taken by surprise You said that you, you liked me too We'll meet again You said you'd call and tell me all about the things that we would do I was scared so??? when I got home I don't get you anyhow But then, maybe that's your style Still you had me for a while I put myself and what I was upon the papers that I sent In your replies you seemed to hide behind your words But everything is years away and there's not much that I can say I must have been a bit to keen on you I don't get you anyhow But then, maybe that's your style Still you had me for a while I'd just like to love you, but I love to hate you now Though I understand it doesn't matter anyhow I'd just like to love you, but maybe that's your style