Ooooh-la-la: Katara!
Why do I want wewe so?
If wewe are my friend,
Why do wewe make me dream no end?
If wewe are my teacher,
Why do I see wewe as my peach—err …
If wewe are my sifu,
Why does my moyo race for you?
If wewe are a couple of years older,
Why does my passion smoulder
Inside me—
Drive me krazy?
Why, why, why, Katara?
What kind of Avatar
Am I, I, I, Katara?
If wewe are but a waterbender,
Why does my moyo feel so tender,
As if wewe bent it with your eyes,
Your touch, your kiss?
When will wewe realize
That I feel such painful bliss
For you, the one I miss,
Even if wewe stepped away like this
Every second, every hour,
I wish wewe would shower
Me with your affection,
‘Cos yours is my undivided attention!
Drop dead, Aang!
