You

words and music by Erik Brandon

You are the center of a hurricane
You are the calm before the storm
You are the red stripe on a candy cane
You are the dangerous sweet taste of chloroform
You are the corset on the bridesmaid who looks better than the bride
You are an unexpected kiss upon the cheek
You are the drunken cherry chocolate sauce that's drizzled on the side
You are the reason that my knees are feeling weak

You are the tiptop of a ferris wheel
You are the song that I can't get out of my head
You are the zester to my lemon peel
You are the monsters that are underneath my bed
You are a Little Rascals marathon on Sunday afternoon
You are a Christmas present dying for a peek
You are a tropical disease from which nobody is immune
And now I'm burning up with fever as we speak

You are the captain of your own tenille
I hope you know this much is true
Redheaded bombshell with the sex appeal
I can't believe that guys ain't lining up for you
But I'll be first to concede
I was serendipitied
From the moment that I first laid eyes on you