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can't help it. The girl can't help it.

He can’t help it and I most certainly can’t. When I see him, my head kinda does these weird little somersault things and I want to throw up everywhere. I can’t help it. When I was younger I had convinced myself that I wasn’t gay but as soon as I saw him outside starbucks all my non-gayness left my head and obviously my crotch. I forgot to mention to it that I was now straight.

First time. That I saw your eyes. Boy you looked right through me, mmmhmm. Played it cool. But I knew you knew. That cupid hit me, mmm mmm.

I looked at him through the window. Convinced that he couldn’t see me. I was so sure. Until he looked at me. Well more through me. I couldn’t stop staring. Completely transfixed by his eyes. They were a beautiful green and I just wanted to get closer and stare at them. To be inches away from his face. he was looking at me. Wait, no he was looking behind me, there was a cute waiter bending over to pick up a fork. Well at least I knew he was gay. I followed his gaze, the waiter did have a nice arse but I didn’t want him I wanted the stranger stood outside. Suddenly his gaze shifted from the waiter to me. I pretended I didn’t care but I could tell my pale cheeks had flushed and that it was so obvious what I was thinking about him. He knew that I had fallen in love, at first sight.

You got me tripping, stumbling, flipping, fumbling. Clumsy cause I'm falling in love. You got me slipping, tumbling, sinking, fumbling. Clumsy cause I'm falling in love. So in love with you. Can't help it. The girl can't help it.

He slowly opened the door and I almost creamed my pants when he came over and asked to sit with me. Damn. His voice was beautiful. Slow and deep. I could tell he could fill it with passion when he wanted to. He may have been short, five ft four at the most but that didn’t detract from his handsomeness.
“Erm you wanna coffee?” I was almost stuttering just pushing this small sentence out. My tongue felt dry and huge.
“Who am I to turn down free coffee?” He laughed. It was so gorgeous. A small girlish giggle that turned me on. I got up to order coffee, slipped on a napkin and stumbled straight into the stranger’s lap. “Whoa. Steady on boy. I don’t skip bases on the first date.”
I felt so embarrassed that I went beetroot red and just mumbled and apology and went to grab the coffee. I knew he was only joking but I really, really liked him and I was getting easily embarrassed. I ordered our coffees and stood waiting for them. Once they arrived I took them back to the table and spilt the stranger’s all down his front.
“Oh my gosh. I’m so sorry. I’m not normally this clumsy. It’s because …” then I stopped dead before saying what I nearly said.
“Yes … why is it you’re being so clumsy?” what was I meant to say? I was being clumsy because I was falling in love with a stranger? I don’t think so.
“Because well I can’t help it. I’m a guy who just can’t help it. I’m a clumsy person.”

Can't breath. When you touch my sleeve. Butterflies so crazy, mmm mmm. Whoa now, think I'm going down. Friends don't know whats with me, mmm mmm. Can't help it. The girl can't help it.

An awkward silence fell between the two of us when a sudden cry of “I’ve fixed it.” Came from out the back and the sound of some singer filled the room. The lyrics were so perfect. Even if the song was shit. I put my head in my arms. I couldn’t stand looking at his perfect face for much longer; I thought I might stop breathing. He leaned over and pulled my sleeve.
“Hey, erm, excuse my but I never caught your name.” Those butterflies he was giving me now felt like a stampede of butterflies. If you could get those.
“Oh. I’m Gerard. I never caught your name. Means we’re still stranger’s.”
“Frank. I’m Frank.” Perfect. He was such a Frank like person. He really suited his name. In fact everything about him matched. From his multi-coloured hair to his skeleton clad gloves.
“Hey Gerard.” I heard someone call me. It was my brother. I forgot the reason I came here was to actually pick up his coffee fix before he went to school. It was a general routine. That I never fucked up. Until I saw Frank. “What took you so long? Why have I not got my coffee?” he pouted at me.
“What? Oh. I erm got distracted.” I glanced over at Frank and Mikey just glared at me. I could feel I was about to go down a few notches on his ladder of happiness.
“God. When you meet someone cute I don’t know you. I might just have to get my own coffee and see you later when you pick me up. If you don’t forget.” He gave me an evil glance before joining the queue.
“Sorry Mikey. You know me I can’t help it. When I see a cute guy. I just can’t help it.”

You know, this isn't the first time this has happened to me. This love sick thing
I like serious relationships and a gitl like me don't stay single for long. Cause every time a boyfriend and I break up my world is crushed and I'm all alone. The love bug crawls right back up and bites me and I'm back Can't help it. The girl can't help it

“It’s fine Gerard. Just be careful. I don’t want you hurt again.”

You might think that he was overreacting slightly but to be honest this always happened. I found some one gorgeous, whom I thought was perfect and whom I thought was the one but then they broke my heart. It generally turned out that they were straight and I was a fool around to check their sexuality. It hurt a lot but I didn’t like to be alone. Sometimes I got love sick and pined for ages but I got over that by convincing my self I was straight for about a week. It never worked but I had to learn soon enough. I didn’t like being alone. I always needed to be with some one to hug and kiss. To call my boyfriend. Thing is, I always get heavily into serious relationships and every time they break down I end up crushed and alone in my room in a deep pit of despair which generally ended in some form of self mutilation or suicide attempt. Then I get times like this. I dare to venture out of the house for all of five minutes and I’m falling in love again. I can’t help it. It’s the way I am.

So in love with you
So in love with you

That was it. I had nothing to lose. I think I had to tell him I was so in love with him.
“Frank …”
“mmmm…” he looked over at me. He was looking intrigued as to why I had interrupted the sleepy silence that had settled between us so suddenly.
“Do you… well do you believe in love at first sight.” Slowly starting to let on that I was so in love with him.
“It depends. Why?”
“Because I do and don’t get to freaked out by this but I am so in love with you.” he smiled and I got freaked out my self. I at least expected him to run away or look at me weird but smiling at me sexily was not what I had expected.
“Well, Gerard,” He leaned over towards me “In answer to your first question, I do believe in love at first sight, and believe me I am so in love with you too.”
He leant in so close that I could see every lash on his outlined eyelids. Then I felt his lips attach themselves to mine. They were really soft. Then as suddenly as it came, it stopped. Frank sat back down and just looked at me.
“What was that for?”
“It was for your clumsy love. I want to be your boyfriend.”
“Really?”
“Well, yeah and don’t say you don’t want to be mine because your crotch tells me different.”

Trust me I wasn’t planning on telling him any different. So in love with you. Only you Frank.

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can't help it. The girl can't help it.

He can’t help it and I most certainly can’t. When I see him, my head kinda does these weird little somersault things and I want to throw up everywhere. I can’t help it. When I was younger I had convinced myself that I wasn’t gay but as soon as I saw him outside starbucks all my non-gayness left my head and obviously my crotch. I forgot to mention to it that I was now straight.

First time. That I saw your eyes. Boy you looked right through me, mmmhmm. Played it cool. But I knew you knew. That cupid hit me, mmm mmm.

I looked at him through the window. Convinced that he couldn’t see me. I was so sure. Until he looked at me. Well more through me. I couldn’t stop staring. Completely transfixed by his eyes. They were a beautiful green and I just wanted to get closer and stare at them. To be inches away from his face. he was looking at me. Wait, no he was looking behind me, there was a cute waiter bending over to pick up a fork. Well at least I knew he was gay. I followed his gaze, the waiter did have a nice arse but I didn’t want him I wanted the stranger stood outside. Suddenly his gaze shifted from the waiter to me. I pretended I didn’t care but I could tell my pale cheeks had flushed and that it was so obvious what I was thinking about him. He knew that I had fallen in love, at first sight.

You got me tripping, stumbling, flipping, fumbling. Clumsy cause I'm falling in love. You got me slipping, tumbling, sinking, fumbling. Clumsy cause I'm falling in love. So in love with you. Can't help it. The girl can't help it.

He slowly opened the door and I almost creamed my pants when he came over and asked to sit with me. Damn. His voice was beautiful. Slow and deep. I could tell he could fill it with passion when he wanted to. He may have been short, five ft four at the most but that didn’t detract from his handsomeness.
“Erm you wanna coffee?” I was almost stuttering just pushing this small sentence out. My tongue felt dry and huge.
“Who am I to turn down free coffee?” He laughed. It was so gorgeous. A small girlish giggle that turned me on. I got up to order coffee, slipped on a napkin and stumbled straight into the stranger’s lap. “Whoa. Steady on boy. I don’t skip bases on the first date.”
I felt so embarrassed that I went beetroot red and just mumbled and apology and went to grab the coffee. I knew he was only joking but I really, really liked him and I was getting easily embarrassed. I ordered our coffees and stood waiting for them. Once they arrived I took them back to the table and spilt the stranger’s all down his front.
“Oh my gosh. I’m so sorry. I’m not normally this clumsy. It’s because …” then I stopped dead before saying what I nearly said.
“Yes … why is it you’re being so clumsy?” what was I meant to say? I was being clumsy because I was falling in love with a stranger? I don’t think so.
“Because well I can’t help it. I’m a guy who just can’t help it. I’m a clumsy person.”

Can't breath. When you touch my sleeve. Butterflies so crazy, mmm mmm. Whoa now, think I'm going down. Friends don't know whats with me, mmm mmm. Can't help it. The girl can't help it.

An awkward silence fell between the two of us when a sudden cry of “I’ve fixed it.” Came from out the back and the sound of some singer filled the room. The lyrics were so perfect. Even if the song was shit. I put my head in my arms. I couldn’t stand looking at his perfect face for much longer; I thought I might stop breathing. He leaned over and pulled my sleeve.
“Hey, erm, excuse my but I never caught your name.” Those butterflies he was giving me now felt like a stampede of butterflies. If you could get those.
“Oh. I’m Gerard. I never caught your name. Means we’re still stranger’s.”
“Frank. I’m Frank.” Perfect. He was such a Frank like person. He really suited his name. In fact everything about him matched. From his multi-coloured hair to his skeleton clad gloves.
“Hey Gerard.” I heard someone call me. It was my brother. I forgot the reason I came here was to actually pick up his coffee fix before he went to school. It was a general routine. That I never fucked up. Until I saw Frank. “What took you so long? Why have I not got my coffee?” he pouted at me.
“What? Oh. I erm got distracted.” I glanced over at Frank and Mikey just glared at me. I could feel I was about to go down a few notches on his ladder of happiness.
“God. When you meet someone cute I don’t know you. I might just have to get my own coffee and see you later when you pick me up. If you don’t forget.” He gave me an evil glance before joining the queue.
“Sorry Mikey. You know me I can’t help it. When I see a cute guy. I just can’t help it.”

You know, this isn't the first time this has happened to me. This love sick thing
I like serious relationships and a gitl like me don't stay single for long. Cause every time a boyfriend and I break up my world is crushed and I'm all alone. The love bug crawls right back up and bites me and I'm back Can't help it. The girl can't help it

“It’s fine Gerard. Just be careful. I don’t want you hurt again.”

You might think that he was overreacting slightly but to be honest this always happened. I found some one gorgeous, whom I thought was perfect and whom I thought was the one but then they broke my heart. It generally turned out that they were straight and I was a fool around to check their sexuality. It hurt a lot but I didn’t like to be alone. Sometimes I got love sick and pined for ages but I got over that by convincing my self I was straight for about a week. It never worked but I had to learn soon enough. I didn’t like being alone. I always needed to be with some one to hug and kiss. To call my boyfriend. Thing is, I always get heavily into serious relationships and every time they break down I end up crushed and alone in my room in a deep pit of despair which generally ended in some form of self mutilation or suicide attempt. Then I get times like this. I dare to venture out of the house for all of five minutes and I’m falling in love again. I can’t help it. It’s the way I am.

So in love with you
So in love with you

That was it. I had nothing to lose. I think I had to tell him I was so in love with him.
“Frank …”
“mmmm…” he looked over at me. He was looking intrigued as to why I had interrupted the sleepy silence that had settled between us so suddenly.
“Do you… well do you believe in love at first sight.” Slowly starting to let on that I was so in love with him.
“It depends. Why?”
“Because I do and don’t get to freaked out by this but I am so in love with you.” he smiled and I got freaked out my self. I at least expected him to run away or look at me weird but smiling at me sexily was not what I had expected.
“Well, Gerard,” He leaned over towards me “In answer to your first question, I do believe in love at first sight, and believe me I am so in love with you too.”
He leant in so close that I could see every lash on his outlined eyelids. Then I felt his lips attach themselves to mine. They were really soft. Then as suddenly as it came, it stopped. Frank sat back down and just looked at me.
“What was that for?”
“It was for your clumsy love. I want to be your boyfriend.”
“Really?”
“Well, yeah and don’t say you don’t want to be mine because your crotch tells me different.”

Trust me I wasn’t planning on telling him any different. So in love with you. Only you Frank.