• Victimized, I sit here weeping softly, to myself
    wondering if there is someone else
    to help me feel, just a little better

    I know, that you're just across the street
    and I keep on hoping that we'll meet
    I just can't help but be caught up in you

    As I drift onto the bus, in the morning
    I sit down by myself, and without warning
    I didn't know you came on here before

    Your face, fascinating, yet so simple
    your smi – I – I – I – le, with dimples
    you need, not be; complicated . . .
    hell, that's overrated

    *
    Every time I see your smiling faayaayaayaace
    I stop dead, looking for a trace
    of desire in your eyes
    hoping that you'll want, want to love me
    *

    Could it be true?
    Could you really need me too?
    I don't know,
    I would hope so

    I can hear them walking by
    saying you should try
    to win me overrr

    *
    Every time I see your smiling faayaayaayaace
    I stop dead, looking for a trace
    of desire in your eyes
    hoping that you'll want, want to love me
    *

    As the hair falls in your face
    I lean over to put it back in place
    you touch my arm, my heart skips a beat

    We look into each other's eyes
    we were both mesmerized
    and captured, by the moment

    We look to each other
    as if there was no other
    in the room

    He says to me,”I never realized before, but you're all I'm looking for”
    as a burst of joy is contained within me forevermore
    and I reply softly,

    “So you're the one I'm looking for
    the one I knew would always be there and the one I would adore
    thank you for being my everything,
    and being so inspiring”

    So now I know that your smile will be my joy
    and your desire is my toy
    as long as I am in your arms, and loved.