| Talking 'bout you and me |
| Is nothing short of a jubilee |
| Everything you gave to me is mine |
| Things I didn’t quite demand |
| Now I finally understand |
| This I’ll say until the day I die |
| Leaving flowers at my doorstep |
| Dropping notes in the mail |
| Persistence must be pumping in your veins |
| Telling friends that you love me |
| Showing up at everything |
| Funny how I do not feel the same |
| Oh but it’s too late baby |
| You used to leave me hanging |
| Kept me waiting by the phone |
| And how I love to see you aching |
| Breaking, beat up, shaken, sorry blubbering heart |
| Used to be you and me |
| Sitting underneath the tree |
| Everything was fine as I could see |
| Teasing me with your rhymes |
| Watching other girls go by |
| Think I’m blind? «oh honey, no not me!» |
| I would sit by the window |
| Waiting for you to call |
| Fireflies were dancing in the trees |
| Sweety pies from another places |
| Giving them all your love |
| How did you ever find the time for me? |