With apologies to Pulp:

Why me, why you, why here, why now?
It doesn't make no sense, no.
It's not convenient, no.
It doesn't fit my plans, no.
It's something I don't understand, oh.
F.E.E.L.I.N.G. C.A. double L.E.D. L.O.V.E.
Oh, what is this thing that is happening to me?

You can't help who you fall in love with, right?

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