I can't look in his eyes,
Until he looks at me.
I don't know him well enough
To invade his privacy.
And I sit and worry
About the thoughts in his head.
And all the things
That he hasn't said.
And I cringe at the thought
Of being attached to a boy
That I just met.
I feel this is gonna be one boy,
That no matter how hard I try,
I won't forget.
It's just the way he presents himself.
He speaks so precisely.
Despite the stereotypes,
His hand fits mine ever so nicely.
Oh, oh.
This boy will make my mascara bleed
Into my heart.
But I've come to battle.
I'm willing to win him over.
Steal his emotions, put them in a jar.
Close it up tight, now.
Oh, oh.
Does this mean something?
The way I want him,
Keeps haunting my soul.
Gimme your heart, my fuckin baby!
I have potential, you just see.
And I know you see it in me. |
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