'Stop Staring At Them, Harry...'

I hope I do not embarrass? I'm feeling like a child, With a new toy I cherish. I'm wishing to let everyone know... I share it with you, No one else will do. I hope I do not embarrass? I feel as if, We are experiencing Paris. That romantic place, Where hearts embrace. And love is not hidden. Those who are smitten... Have it written on their faces. I hope I do not embarrass. And I know we're not in Paris. But this is something felt, I feel must be shown. I hope I do not embarrass... Pushing you around in this grocery carriage. And watching the customers' eyes open wide... As you and I act like children, On a carnival ride. 'Stop staring at them, Harry. They're on crack! '