Fausto Papetti

Look at me, Im as helpless as a kitten up a tree;
And I feel like Im clingin to a cloud,
I can t understand
I get misty, just holding your hand.
Walk my way,
And a thousand violins begin to play,
Or it might be the sound of your hello,
That music I hear,
I get misty, the moment you're near.
Can't you see that youre leading me on?
And it's just what I want you to do,