Congratulations, Jeff. You might perhaps educate us on how you arrived at the solution. There were 2 basic ways to solve this: you knew the song and the "encryption" reminded you of it; or you used the Google avenue.
I'll be sending you the GI2-S balls. Definitely not the least expensive colour; please let me know which colour you prefer. If you have no preference, I'll be sending you the Gold variety, usually considered the most prestigious on WGT.com. We don't want our Christmas presents to look too shabby, do we?
The song is How Beautiful You Are... by The Cure from their critically acclaimed 1987 album Kiss Me, Kiss Me, Kiss Me. (The album reached Platinum status in the US despite this being a British band.) Here are the full lyrics & a concert video clip of the song.
As to the Google option of finding the solution, one may put any set of words into quotation marks, while inserting an asterisk (*) to stand for "any word". In this way, if you search for the sequence of "why I * you well" (including the quotation marks), Google leads you to this song by The Cure. It's in the top 10 of search results for that string.
Now for those who won't bother to read the entire lyrics, here is the condensed message of the song. Great, powerful poetry, I believe. Despite the song's message, Happy Christmas to everyone!
You want to know why I hate you?
Well I'll try and explain...
You remember that day in Paris
When we wandered through the rain
And promised to each other
That we'd always think the same
And dreamed that dream
To be two souls as one
...
The father's eyes said, "Beautiful!
How beautiful you are!"
The boy's eyes said,
"How beautiful!
She shimmers like a star!"
The child's eyes uttered nothing
But a mute and utter joy
And filled my heart with shame for us
At the way we are
I turned to look at you
To read my thoughts upon your face
And gazed so deep into your eyes
So beautiful and strange
Until you spoke
And showed me understanding is a dream:
"I hate these people staring
Make them go away from me!"
...
And this is why I hate you
And how I understand
That no-one ever knows or loves another
Or loves another