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I want to be the boy to warm your mother's heart |
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I'm so scared to take you away |
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I tried to win her over right from the start |
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But something always goti nt he way |
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We've been sitting in your backyard for hours |
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But she won't even come out and say hi |
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While my mother baked a little cake for you |
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And even dreaded when you said goodbye |
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What kind of cartwheels do I have to pull? |
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What kind of joke should I lay on her now? |
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I'm inclined to go finish hight school |
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Just to make her notice that I'm around |
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Well nothing I come up with seems to work |
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It feels like everything I say is a lie |
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And never have I felt like such a jerk |
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I'm afraid to even open my eyes |
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Because I really don't want her to judge me |
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I want her to really know who I am |
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And the, and only then will she love me |
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Well at least that was the plan |
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If ever a boy needed a holiday |
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If ever a girl needed someone to hold |
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I just hope I don't act the same way |
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By the time that I get that old |
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I never said I was the heir to a fortune |
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I never claimed to have any looks |
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But these kind of things must be important |
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Because somebody ripped out my page |
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In your telephone book |
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I want to warm her heart |
