I met Theresa in a restaurant last night
She smiled one too often - now I'll do the thing that's right
I'll get up and tell her how I really feel
But that' snot me so I guess I'll have to sing it
In a song - come on, come on

Oh, Theresa, won't you step into my dreams
My base intentions are not everything that they may seem
Oh, Theresa, now I know I'm not in love
But Oh, Theresa, I'm in something

I'm not too good at small talk, that's just not my style
But I think I fell in love
At least just for a little while
I swear I met her just a month or two before
She caller herself "Terri"
She had everything I'm looking for

Oh, Theresa, won't you walk into my life
I was not looking for a girlfriend, a mate, or a wife
And Oh, Theresa, you might say enough's enough
But Oh, Theresa, I'm in something... but I'm not in love

I'm not infatuated - I'm not in lust
I'm not enamored - I am just... (maybe he's in love)
I do not know what platonic relationships mean
I'm not in love - I'm in something
It must be... love?