My Intuition

I've read your pretty speaches



And I must admit they touched my heart



I don't know where you borrow them



But most of them are works of art



No school boy with his Valentines



Was ever more sincere



I've tried to read between the lines



To make the meaning clear



But there's a little voice that whispers



Softly, as I fall asleep:



"You better look before you leap."



My intuition says to me,



Don't ever give your heart away



And so I simply must obey my intuition



My intuition says to me



Those pretty words may not be true



So what am I supposed to do in my position?



I'd like to trust my heart



Believe in just my heart



But it is much too young to know



So though it may be bad advice



I guess I'll have to string along



Until you prove my intuition



Can be wrong.



My intuition goes like this:



I'm playing poker with a bunch



And all at once I get a hunch



That's intuition



I'm playing aces back to back



And I can see a pair of kings



But if there's one more of those things



What's my position?



Well, if you get the cards



Then you should bet the cards



At least, that's what I've always heard



You have your hunch, I'll have mine



Suppose we both we both just string along



Until we prove our intuition can be wrong.