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.