For making me wait this long
I love you
For letting me feel a love so strong
I cry myself to sleep
Just about every single night
I sob and I weep
Clutching to my pillow so tight.
Butterflies soaring
As my shaky hand dials you up
My fears of being boring
My hands clutching the empty plastic cup
Your voice cuts through monotonic rings
My mind dashes for something to say
I want to speak of many, many things
Why must I always be this way?
As I hear your voice on the line
With every positive remark, so small
With every word my spirit shines
Then I remember just why I called
To hear your voice, hear you speak
That's my reason for calling on you now
Are your feelings for me so weak?
Are you asking the same why, when, or how?
Baby, are you going to give me a chance?
Tell me now, tell me true,
Are we going to have our romance?
Will I ever be with you?
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