Mr. Knightley
Mr. Knightley
Mr. Knightley
Mr. Knightley
He is just my friend
A member of the family
Always there whenever I'm in need.
Dependable and fair.
Yet difficult and bruding
If there's something more I'm unaware
I can not be in love
It is not convenient
Or prefereble or practical
It does not make sense
I can not be in love
That would be to grim
I can not imagine
I could feel that way for him

No it's too absurd
No one would believe it
He has been around me all my life
But why do I feel week?
And suddenly distracted.
Longing to be bored by his critique.

I can not be in love.
It's not what I intended
Or counted on
Or burgered for
That was not the plan
I can not be in love
Something must be wrong
I can not believe that I have loved him all along

Oh but Harriett

Why has my blood gone cold?
I've seen him look at her
Why must this be so hard?
It's only Mr. Knightley!
Mr. Knightley
Mr. Knightley
Mr. Knightley
Mr. Knightley

Impossible and strange!
Yet obvious as daybreak
Conclusive, indisputable and clear
My heart is now set free
And he must not persume her
When it's plain that he must marry me

Yes I'm madly in love
And though it's not convenient
It's wonderful! It's tortures.
And I may have heights.
Yes I'm sadly in love.
For there's no garante
That there might be but half a chance
That he's in love with
Anything can happen
He's in love with
Stranger things have happened me