The Way He Makes Me Feel

There's no chill, and, yet I shiver. There's no flame, and, yet I burn. I'm not sure what I'm afraid of, And, yet I'm trembling. There's no storm, yet I hear thunder, And I'm breathless; why, I wonder? Weak one moment, Then the next I'm fine. I feel as if I'm falling, ev'ry time I close my eyes. And flowing through my body Is a river of surprise. Feelings are awakening, I hardly recognize As mine! What are all these new sensations? What's the secret they reveal? I'm not sure I understand, But I like the way I feel. Oh, why is it that ev'ry time I close my eyes he's there? The water shining on his skin; The sunlight in his hair. And all the while I'm thinking things That I can never share With him. I'm a bundle of confusion. Yes, it has a strange appeal. Did it all begin with him And the way he makes me feel? I like the way he makes me feel. --- The Way He Makes Me Feel - Barbra Streisand