It's fate, isn't it?

i'm not sure of how we met,
but i'm sure it's fate that we met,
after that i can't sleep anymore,
and it's fate that you can't sleep as well

to tell you the truth it's fate
that i like your cheap smell very much,
and i notice that it's fate
that it is the only fragrance you can afford

i thank god that from other man's view
it's fate that you are not beautiful
and from other girl's view,
it's fate that i'm not handsome at all

again if it is fate that i lost my hands and legs
will you take care of me?
as without hands i won't be able to caress you,
without legs i can't climb on you,
i afraid you won't recognise me anymore,
but if you still recognise me,
will you marry me?