The day we met
was a memory that was kept...

A little wetness runs down from my eyes
From my eyes and down to my cheeks...

What is this feeling that I have
It was a feeling I had...

I sent this to my boy fiend
this is what it says...

Every time I look into your eyes
I always ask the question why...

"Oh my gosh do I have to hear you again"
you always say to me...

You can buy me a boat
buy me a lake...