. . . i cant help but smile when i talk to you
. . . i still get nervous when i know im going to see you
. . . i dont want to say anything that could possibly make you mad
. . . nor do i want to make you hurt either
. . . you make me feel complete, like your my other half
. . . you make me smile everytime you call because i know that you were just thinking about me
. . . you make me question how i feel about you, to make sure its real
. . . make me question how you feel for me, to make sure its real.
