Thinking 'bout a girl


If what's became who's And why's became when,

We'd get a little confused Every now and then.

If his became her's And yours became mine

Things wouldn't make sense In a matter of time.

If no became yes That'd be swell I guess.

And if bye was hello Would you look up above to see down below?

But you see, None of that really bothers me.

For there's only one thing on my mind,

I fell in love and it's making me blind.


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