how do you do it

how do you do it girl?
the simple pleasure of your presence is the like the best kind of amnesia
like, literally you we can be talking one minute
and you just leave the room shortly
i will think of something to say to you when you return
but somehow in those few small moments
as you walk back in
close to me again
i forget anything else i had intended to say..
more than my breath, you take my thoughts away
i don't usually have a stutter when i talk
i'm a pretty quick thinker most of the time
but somehow you just standing next to me
makes me stumble over my words
and i can't think strait
i don't know how you do it, but you'll never hear me complain