Chorus:  
There’s no reason, no time or season; 
Kind of feels like treason to give my heart away.
I’ve been wined, wooed, heard every line cooed,
Still not inclined to give my heart away 

Verse: 
Maybe others like to run around 
With their feelings on their sleeves.
But to me that only brings me down; 
Don’t need dancing, romancing or some guy’s advancings, 

Chorus:
I’m not concealing, or double-dealing  
But it’s gonna be the real thing when I give my heart away 

Verse: 
You won’t find me falling on my knees  
From whispered nothings in my ear.
It takes much more than words to turn me on, now please 
Don’t try baiting, placating, I’m not deviating. 

Chorus:
There’s no season, no rhyme or reason; 
It feels like treason to give my heart away.
And I’ve been wined, wooed, heard every line cooed;
Still not inclined to give my heart away. 

Cause it’s gonna be the real thing baby when I give my heart away