I could see the twinkle in your eyes
As you thought about her.
I felt like... ... I don't know.
It's hard to describe.
It's weird.
Sometimes I wonder,
What is it that makes you like her?
Do you fantasize about her
Like I do, about you?
Do you feel like crying
When she tells you about the guy she likes?
The way I cry?
Do you think about her so much
You dream about her?
Do you ever think about me that way?
NO!
We're different.
She's special
As you thought about her.
I felt like... ... I don't know.
It's hard to describe.
It's weird.
Sometimes I wonder,
What is it that makes you like her?
Do you fantasize about her
Like I do, about you?
Do you feel like crying
When she tells you about the guy she likes?
The way I cry?
Do you think about her so much
You dream about her?
Do you ever think about me that way?
NO!
We're different.
She's special
And I'm just a friend.
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