I see you there,
you crossed the street...

Little tart sits at the foot of her bed,
Bridget has noticed a spot on her head...

Dear Mr. president,
Do you ever think about the tears...

Dear Mr. president,
Do you ever think about the tears...

I brush my hair,
wear make-up on my face...

I want someone gentle,
caring and kind...

It's funny how you like someone,
they're on your mind, all night, or day...

I splash my cash,
i'll shop anywhere...

I don't remember, i've only been told,
but when i was three...

I want to say I love you,
but sorry no more...

I have always wanted to tell you how much I like...
When I turned my phone on it had a picture of you...

I've dried the tears I've cried,
Now that your not by my side...