Magnets attract. I ain't fightin' it.

When I'm walking down the street with my Italian true love, I frequently bump into her. It's truly a bump. We bump arms. And even shoulders. And my true love wonders why. I tell her that it doesn't happen when I'm next to other people. Then I walk a straight line. But I'm sensing there's a magnetism between us. I'm pulled to her. Like a magnet. I can't help it. Magnets attract. And I ain't fightin' it. --Jim Broede