You phone me everyday,
and my parents are starting to say hey,
I’ll just ignore them
til the day,
when my heart no longer has to pay,
We sit side by side in a car
wishing you didn’t live so far
I talk to you everyday
I dream of you every night
I tell you all I need to say,
I wish I had you in my sight
life's not fair, but I’m glad you care
About me and my life
You listen to my problems and my dilemmas
You help all you can
And that’s why your my man
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