Paralyzed
Love's Spell: Elvis's Paralyzed Embrace
Lyrics
When you looked into my eyes
Feeling captivated or entranced as the person looked into the singer's eyes
I stood there like I was hypnotised
Remaining in a fixed state or motionless, as if under a spell or hypnotic influence
You sent a feeling to my spine
The person's gaze evoked a sensation that traveled down the singer's spine
A feeling warm and smooth and fine
Describing the pleasant, comforting, and delightful nature of the sensation
But all I could do were stand there paralyzed
Feeling unable to move or act despite experiencing these emotions
When we kissed, ooh what a thrill
Expressing intense excitement and pleasure from the kiss
You took my hand and, ooh baby, what a chill
The touch created a thrilling sensation in the singer
I felt like grabbin' you real tight
Feeling an urge to hold the person tightly
Squeeze and squeeze with all my might
Desiring to exert force by squeezing tightly
But all I could do were stand there paralyzed
Despite the desire to act, feeling unable to move or respond
Oh yeah lucky me, I'm singing every day
Expressing gratitude and joy for the fortunate circumstances of singing daily
Ever since that day you came my way
Reflecting on the positive impact since meeting the person
You made my life for me just one big happy game
Attributing the person's presence to a significant improvement in the singer's life
I'm gay every morning
Feeling happy and cheerful every morning
At night I'm still the same
Despite the happiness in the morning, feeling unchanged at night
Do you remember that wonderful time
Recalling a delightful past moment with the person
You held my hand and swore that you'll be mine
Sharing a memory of the person's commitment and promise
In front of preacher you said
Recalling the vow made in front of a preacher during a wedding ceremony
"I do" I couldn't say a word for thinking of you
Being unable to speak due to thoughts about the person
All I could do was stand there paralyzed.
(Repeated line: No additional meaning)
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