I get delirious whenever you're near Lose all self-control, baby just can't steer Wheels get locked in place Stupid look on my face. It comes 2 makin' a pass, pretty mama I just can't win a race.
IT tossed and tossed, A little brig I knew, O’ertook by blast, It spun and spun, And groped delirious, for morn. It slipped and slipped, As one that drunken stepped; Its white foot tripped, Then dropped from sight. Ah, brig, good-night To crew and you; The ocean’s heart too smooth, too blue, To break for you.
Then from the neighboring thicket the mocking-bird, wildest of singers, Swinging aloft on a willow spray that hung o'er the water, Shook from his little throat such floods of delirious music, That the whole air and the woods and the waves seemed silent to listen.Henry Wadsworth Longfellow