Well in the morning I was sitting
Well in the night I was singing
Now in this moment I am wishing
Thinking about this girl
Where is she, is she waiting for me
Thinking about this heart
Will she wait for me
So many times I went searching and got a clown
So many times they left nothing but my frown
But when is this girl going to be?
And when it happens will she be waiting on her doorstep for me?
Too many times I fell into a well
Closed myself off from the farewell
No friend will be accepted at this stage
Crying to keep it inside, my rage
But one of these days she will be there
Wind blowing her amazing sweet hair
But when she sees me will she care?
Will she be there? for me... will she wear her hair... for me?
Sometimes I think till my nose bleeds
Sooo many times romance in the books I like to read
'But will she be waiting
Waiting, sitting for me?
What age? What skin? What personality?
Whats her name? Is it Britney?
Who will it be. Will she know?
Will she know she is here for me?
C'mon feel it now
Feel my pain and how...
How it worries and stresses me
Romantics can be hopeless and still be loving
To know her....
To HOOOLD... her
To run into her
To snuggle with her
In the late hours of the night
Her image flies through my head like a kite!
Do I know her... Does she know me?
Will we match, or are we Venus and mars?
Will she be cold and loving?
Will she like me in a motorcycle or vintage cars?
I never know
I don't know how
These thoughts sit in my head!
But some day she will be there and what is written will be said.
But will she know that she was meant for me?
Will she be sitting, waiting, at her doorstep for me?
Will she be waiting...
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