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.