There is something about a slow dance

Embraced in your arms, I have no chance

You might say I’m happily in happenstance

A special sort of willing victim of circumstance

Caught up in the web you’ve weaved in your spell

The words that you whisper can easily compel

Three little words that keep my head spinning

I keep telling my heart that I’m always winning

Dropped in my steps with your sheer elegance

A special sort of willing victim of circumstance

Because there you are once again in my arms

And here I am again under your little charms

Those three little words that make me undone

When you whisper you love me and I know you’re the one