Paper, scissors, rock   It matters not your stock.   It comes out random you’ll see.   Divine justice,   let’s not discuss it when purse snatchers run free.      I don’t know why it didn’t happen,   I bent over backwards,   fell on my face,   looking for your sweet spot.   Amygdala reaction.      Too good for words,   too good for me,   too good to be true.   The heavens crowned you.   Feet on the ground you.   Their love surrounds you but never, ever   will they drown you.      I don’t know why it didn’t happen,   I bent over backwards,   fell on my face,   looking for your sweet spot.   Amygdala reaction.      I don’t know why it didn’t happen,   I bent over backwards,   fell on my face,   looking for your sweet spot.   Amygdala reaction      Amygdala reaction