The beat that my heart skipped sounded like this:

Every now and then I cower, and I need to find empowerment.
Empowerment is paramount to how I can begin to mount
A plan that I can implement
To make a dent on ignorance
Instead of drunk belligerence
And the dissidence of miscreants.
Especially in this instance
With the never ending persistence.
To use the words in each sentence
As if they were blunt instruments,
To beat a hole in the defence
Of this beauty and her innocence
Which serves to build resistance
In spite of all my good intents.

The beat that my heart skipped.
This is the beat that my heat skipped.
This is the beat that my heat skipped.

(Chorus)
This is the beat that my heart skipped when we first met.
Now that I've heard it, it leaves me with a kind of regret.
No disrespect,
But we left a lot of people upset,
And what we had wasn't really what we'd come to expect. (x2)

Well, good God damn and other such phrases.
I haven't heard a beat like this in ages.
To miss such a beat would have been outrageous,
But when you heart skips a beat, it's ruthless and aimless.

She caught my attention in her fishnets,
Then she reeled me in, expecting nothing more than kissed necks and quick sex.
But that weren't the case with this platinum princess;
She's attracted my interest,
So I wanted to impress...
Upon her all the positive things
That come from having more than just a one night fling.
But that's something easier in theory than in practice,
Since pick up lines are tactics
To get prey to the mattress.
And this actress
Is practiced
In shunning such theatrics
When put upon daily by tactless geriatrics.

So my genuine advances are met with real scepticism.
Throwing complements, but she just straight elects to miss them.
Her lips were put on this earth for dispersing wisdom;
God forbid I suggest she lets me kiss them.

But I really want to know what she thinks of me,
Because I'm loving every idiosyncrasy.
But I ain't one to jump through hoops to make a first impression;
Been there, done that, and learnt the worst of lessons.
We want to be loved for who we appear to be instead of who we are,
So our real selves hide behind the pomp and the façade.
And that's as true of the rude boys, downing pints and acting hard
As of the kids shunning convention with clinical disregard.

This is the beat that my heart skipped.

(Chorus)

Beat that my heart skipped when we first met
Now that I've heard it, it leaves me with a kind of regret
No disrespect
But we left a lot of people upset

(Chorus)

Beat that my heart skipped when we first met
Now that I've heard it, it leaves me with a kind of regret
No disrespect
But we left a lot of people upset
And what we had wasn't really what we'd come to expect

Every now and then I cower, and I need to find empowerment.
Empowerment is paramount to how I can begin to mount
A plan that I can implement
To make a dent on ignorance
Instead of drunk belligerence
And the dissidence of miscreants.
Especially in this instance
With the never ending persistence.
To use the words in each sentence
As if they were blunt instruments,
To beat a hole in the defence
Of this beauty and her innocence
Which serves to build resistance
In spite of all my good intents.

The beat that my heart skipped.
This is the beat that my heat skipped.