I don't expect for more
Though I'm lonely at the core
Waiting for the sky to fall
I'm lucky that it's true
I could find another you
But it wouldn't be the same as before
I'm thinking it's a stretch
I'm little hypnotic at best
And a little imitation of a boy
I'm too afraid to lose
Guess I just don't wanna choose
But you wouldn't even love me anyway
Coz I don't care if you won't
Even talk to me
At the pub on a friday night
Downing your lychee martinis
Coz I don't care if you won't
Even talk to me
I guess your friends are better looking
Than this slob you'd see
Coz I wanna make sweet love to you for tomorrow
And I wanna make sweet love to you for the springtime
And I wanna make sweet love to you for tomorrow
And I wanna make sweet love to you for today
