I want to be the boy, to warm your mother's heart I'm so scared to take you away I tried to win her over right from the start But something always got in the way We've been sitting in your backyard for hours But she won't even come out and say hi While my mother baked a little cake for you And even dreaded when you said goodbye
What kind of cartwheels do I have to pull? What kind of joke should I lay on her now? I'm inclined to go finish high school Just to make her notice that I'm around
Well nothing I came up with seems to work It feels like everything I say is lie And never have I felt like such a jerk I'm afraid to even open my eyes Because I really don't want her to judge me I want her to really know who I am And then, and only then will she love me Well at least that was the plan
If ever a boy needed a holiday If ever a girl needed someone to hold I just hope I don't act the same way By the time I get that old
What kind of cartwheels do I have to pull? What kind of joke should I lay on her now? I'm inclined to go finish high school Just to make her notice that I'm around
I never said I was the heir to a fortune I never claimed to have any looks But these kind of things must be important Because somebody ripped out my page in your telephone book I want to warm her heart