I came back from a late night with my friends you were out of town. So I took off my shoes and I took off my coat and I took a look around.
Looked at all the book shelves just like I like to do. And I saw a little note some other girl wrote to you.
It said "Baby, baby would you read a poem I picked for you? I know you're sensitive but would you think about my boobs?"
Now what am I to do, when I feel so much love for you? I wish that I could be stronger but I get scared that my love will not do.
Now I do not want to be that girl that cries at every turn. But I can't ignore the hurt that makes me burn.
So please do be patient with me, I know I can have a bit of jealousy. But I promise you, I'll make it up to you in return.
So baby, baby would you read a poem I picked for you? Would you think of me and not some other girls boobs?
Now what am I to do, when I feel so much love for you? I wish that I could be stronger but I get scared that my love will not do. Yeah, I get scared that my love will not do.