When he's late to meet me I don't even mind Cause I love to watch him search the room with those green eyes In his leather jacket, smoking cigarettes I know I shouldn't say it But he looks just like a movie star and I can't help but swoon on sight
Ooh I'm in trouble I'm in trouble deep I'm in trouble That's what love i
If I call him when he's with his friends I know that he won't answer Cause he does the same when he's with me and that's what matters With worn out shoes and broken shoelaces, tattered jeans and calloused hands I watch him play guitar down at the local Where he's the frontman in his band
Ooh I'm in trouble I'm in Trouble deep I'm in trouble That's what love is
He keeps a notebook writing lyrics for his songs I serenade him on a Wednesday night at the Dancing Dog Ooh and it's this fantasy I've been dreaming of What if it doesn't last what if it does? Oooh
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