I barely know you.

She knows exactly what to do, whenever I’m alone with her. I can barely make a move by the time she opens up her eyes.
She sings to me at night, she singing: Ba da ba ba ba da ba ba ba da ba baI know that she barely knows me, and I’m fake in love with her. It’s like I’m singing karaoke, and I forgot the second verse but I can make up my own words. Oh Dakota, I know our love is new, I barely know you. I’ve fallen over you. It’s the way you do the things you do that make me fall in love with you, Dakota, are you in love with me too?