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[Narration: John Ireland] My dearest dear, I write this letter because I have no other choice Life without you has become intolerable I tried to fill my world with all kinds of distractions Sports, travel, stupid hobbies, but it's no use My restless mind keeps running back to the good days The bright days when our incredible affair first began Most introductions are only a jumble of polite words But ours was the fourth of July and Christmas morning At least it was to me Knowing you as I do now, I'm sure you must have felt somewhat the same [Judy Garland] I walked away from you and ran right into a lamppost And a cop came up and said, "Are you all right, lady?" And I said, "Yes, it was only that stroke of lightning" But the cop didn't understand, and then I realized That nobody else saw the lightning hurry by And I wasn't sure whether I should laugh or cry So I said to myself, "Honey, you're in trouble." And I was, and I still am I'm in trouble, such beautiful trouble And it's the most serious trouble I've had, and I'm glad I have a most exciting heart palpitation This situation is completely out of hand, and it's grand One day he's known me And he wants to own me I'm putting up a fight, and hoping I lose! My doctor made a wise prediction He said this wonderful affliction Was simply that beautiful trouble called love I try to be good But it's hard to see good If love is blind, buster, hand me my cane, cause it's plain! I'm in the most delicious new kind of danger This perfect stranger strikes before the iron is hot, and why not? No longer am I bored, I'm on the high board I took one look and I'm ready to leave No time to even count to ten, kids I'm shoutin', "Here we go again," kids I'm in that beautiful trouble called love