You're the reason why my hand keeps grabbing the pen

You're the reason why my hand

keeps grabbing the pen

And the reason why wheels in my brain

start to turn again.

You're also the reason why they stop 

and the reason they lock,

but thank God you've got the key to fix them up.

Have you built up a camera inside my eyes?

'Cuz even when I close them tight,

you're still on my mind.

And that sweet perfume you have

when you have nothing on at all -

it sometimes gets me on my knees,

sometimes I even start to crawl.

And then there's one more thing! - 

You make my heart want to sing,

and it sings like Mark or Shania Twain

that's why my hand grabs the pen!