There's this precious little girl, I've seen her,

Hanging out with all these guys I hate.

What I'd give to score a chance just to meet her,

Give her kisses, I'll clean her plate.

Every time I go out, I hope to see her.

But when I do, cat got my tongue.

I feel so stupid, why do I feel beneath her?

She's got to know that she's the one.

I can feel it, I believe it.

I just want you to know.

I can see you, I might meet you.

I don't want to go.

Now I'm dazed every time that I see her.

She's hanging around with those guys I know.

If she could only see how good I would treat her.

But I'm too afraid, that she'd say no.

She's hanging around with those guys I know.

She's hanging around with those guys I know.

She's hanging around with those guys I know.

I can feel it, I believe it.

I just want you to know.

I can see you, I might need it.

I don't want to go