He sit's at home and think's about her
He want's to tell her how he feel's but can't handle the pressure
He think's about her smile and her beautiful face
Everyday, and pray's to GOD that she feels the same
He can't control these feelings he has for her
For if he could, it wouldn't be toward's any other
He say's her name in his mind, and thinks about her all the time
and say's to himself, GOD i wish that she was mine
He doesn't want to cross the line, so he wait's for just the right time
Those three little word's he does not like to say, he must say and he knows this one day
So as he sit's here in the moonlight, and think's about her all night
Even though he does not know for sure, he still has faith and believe's with all his might
He hopes that she feel's the same and than say's goodnight.
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