If you think you're getting away, I will prove you wrong
I'll take you all the way, stay another song
I'll blow you all away, hey
It's murder on the dancefloor
You're a child. An infant. Your mocking is thus infantile. He's not my boyfriend. This man is more to me than you can dream. He's the moon when I'm lost in darkness and warmth when I shiver in cold. And his kiss still thrills me, even after a millennia. His heart overflows with a kindness of which this world is not worth of. I love this man beyond measure and reason. He's not my boyfriend. He's all and he's more.
Dear, sweet, Littlefoot, do you remember the way to the Great Valley? I guess so. But why do I have to know if you're going to be with me? I'll be with you. Even if you can't see me. What do you mean I can't see you? I can always see you.