I've read your pretty speaches And I must admit they touched my heart I don't know where you borrow them But most of them are works of art No school boy with his Valentines Was ever more sincere I've tried to read between the lines To make the meaning clear But there's a little voice that whispers Softly, as I fall asleep: "You better look before you leap." My intuition says to me, Don't ever give your heart away And so I simply must obey my intuition My intuition says to me Those pretty words may not be true So what am I supposed to do in my position? I'd like to trust my heart Believe in just my heart But it is much too young to know So though it may be bad advice I guess I'll have to string along Until you prove my intuition Can be wrong. My intuition goes like this: I'm playing poker with a bunch And all at once I get a hunch That's intuition I'm playing aces back to back And I can see a pair of kings But if there's one more of those things What's my position? Well, if you get the cards Then you should bet the cards At least, that's what I've always heard You have your hunch, I'll have mine Suppose we both we both just string along Until we prove our intuition can be wrong.