Your on the phone on the phone with your girlfriend, she's upset. She's going off about something that you said. Cause she doesn't get your humor like I do...
I'm in my room, it's a typical Tuesday night. I'm listening to the kind of music she doesn't like, and she'll never know your story like I do...
But she wears short skirts, I wear T-shirts. She's cheer captain and I'm on the bleachers, dreaming sbout the day when you wake up and find that what you're, looking for has been here the whole time.
If you could see that I'm the one who understands you. Been here all along. So why can't you see... You belong with me... You belong with me. You belong with me...
Walking the streets with you and your worn out jeans.I can't help thinking this is how it ought to be. Laughing on a park bench, thinking to myself, "Hey isn't this easy?"
And you got a smile that can light up this whole town. I haven't seen it in a while since she brought you down. You say your fine. I know you better than that. Hey what you doing with a girl like that?
She wears short skirts, I wear T-shirts. She's cheer captain and I'm on the bleachers, dreaming sbout the day when you wake up and find that what you're, looking for has been here the whole time.
I don't want to type that song anymore, it is too long.
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