How's she make me feel this way? I'd hate myself if I ran away, it feels so good, I'm afraid this ain't real that's why I pray. I carry the tray holding my heart,i leave it in her arms, deciding I choose her love over my harm. I can't explain this feeling called love, I found her in a treasure chest of black doves. All I care is that she's mine, and will still feel tha same in time. She was a quarter in a handful of dimes, the first day I seen her I tried talkn to her a couple times, hands shakin, butterflies flutterin, my lips trembling unable to say one word.