(Robin Wiley/Steve Mandile)



I am as gaurded as Alcatraz when I want to be

Never been disarmed by boyish charm

So darlin' you tell me

Why do I throw down my weapons

When you smile so harmlessly



I stay as calm as Mona Lisa

Keep my cool, come what may

The perfect picture of composure

So it bothers me to say

That I go wild as a Picasso

When you look at me that way



Oooh

I'm helpless

I'm breathless

I can't guess

Why you get to me

I'm fallin'

So hopelessly

You get-you get to me



I am as valiant as Galahad

In the face of fear

Never one to run from danger

So to me it isn't clear

Why I tremble like a coward

When you whisper in my ear



Oooh

I'm helpless

I'm breathless

I can't guess

Why you get to me

I'm fallin'

So hopelessly

You get-you get to me



I stand solid as Gilbraltar

Against life's rain and wind

A will of granit that nobody yet

Has made a blemish in

But I liquefy like quicksand

When your fingers touch my skin



Ooooh

I'm helpless

I'm breathless

I can''t guess

Why you get to me

I'm fallin'

So hopelessly

You get-you get to me/



Your sweetness

My weakness

Can't fight this

You get to me

You thrill me

You kill me

I will be

Fallin', fallin', fallin', fallin',

I'm helpless

I'm breathless

I can't guess why

Oooh

Your sweetness

My weakness