This is a story about you and my heart,
For you I could come up with these till I fill a shopping cart,
But I think now that I will start,
This story about you and my heart.
I sometimes wish you were here at the snap of my fingers,
Because when you leave, your beauty lingers.
I sometimes sit here and be lazy,
That's when thoughts of you drive me crazy.
That's when I wish I had the power of the snapping finger,
And God would say, "Hold on and I will bring her."
Then I fall asleep and you are in my dreams,
And that is when your beauty gleams.
But my heart has been down this road before,
And it is not sure if it can go through that door.
My heart had gone down in some fiery blazes,
Then it went through some cold and loveless dazes.
You are holding my heart's only key,
And it's hoping and praying you're not going to flee.
It promises that you'll never look back, not even a glance,
If you promise to give it the smallest chance.
