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.