Rabies

When you start naming imaginary babies
And you sound a little crazy
And you act like you have rabies
That’s just hormones and not love

When your knees turn to butter
And your heart is all aflutter
And you can’t control your stutter
Then it’s safe to say you’re not in love

When you start to feel all queasy
And your mood swings aren’t so breezy
And everyone says you’re being cheesy
Then what you’re feeling is not love

When you stop being logical
And your Adonis sounds mythological
Then it’s more than likely possible
That ain’t real and it’s not love

When you wanna make like bunnies
And no one else thinks he’s funny
And your disposition is always sunny
Not to worry, that’s just hormones and it’s not love