I wrote this before Peter&I were going out.
Can't say that I've felt like this before. I spend my time wasted thinking in bed. I wonder what he's doing, who he's thinking about, who he's making smile, who's the lucky one to call him tonight, what he thinks of my style, what I could do to make him look my way, be mine...
I want to be the one who makes you smile at the end of the day, the one who deserves your trust but most importantly, your love. The slightest bit of your attention gives me energy. Whoa, what's this feeling? When I see you looking my way, my body takes over. I want to talk to you tonight. I'm gonna talk to you tonight.
STOP!
But that girl on your arm makes me realize...
Oh man, I just want to take you from her & show you some attention.
Is he going to look my way tonight?
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