lyrics
She says can you hurry with the question,
Oh, I have'nt much time,
Oh I really have to go now,
And I hope that you don't mind,
You know I'd love to sit and listen,
But you just don't understand,
You see there's someone waiting for me,
So he waits, and he sits,
And he contemplates, and he throws a fit
WHOA!
Maybe he'll get lucky,
And she'll listen to him,
But he knows he'll never get noticed,
Cuz she listens to her friends,
But if only she could see him,
And realize what he's worth,
Maybe he'd get what he deserves
So he waits, and he sits,
And he contemplates, and he throws a fit
Whoa!
He still waits, he still sits,
He still contemplates, contemplates, throws a fit
WHOA!
What he doesn't seem to realize,
What he can't yet seem to see,
Is that she's in love with me,
end of story,
end of story
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from
Chill,
released July 1, 2006
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