I wear my best clothes on Mondays for Jasmine
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I hope she notices me
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It¡¯s hard to fall asleep at night on Sundays
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Cause I¡¯m so eager to dream about her
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And I think she¡¯s amazing but I¡¯ll never tell her
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At least not for a while
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Cause these feelings and longings inside
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Do they come from my heart?
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Cause here in my head I have all these ideas
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Of things I should say oh and how I should say them
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But when she¡¯s around me I can barely speak
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And sometimes it¡¯s easier to dream
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I caught the clock at 12:34
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And wished that she would be mine
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But before any words could escape to my voice
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Oh that four became five
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So this is how it¡¯s gonna be
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And nothing comes this easily
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If this isn¡¯t what I need
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How come she won¡¯t leave my head
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All I can think about
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Is if she feels the same way I do
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And is she acting honestly
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If only the secrets of her heart were written in her eyes
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I get lost in those eyes
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I get lost I get lost I am lost
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And I wear my best clothes on Mondays for Jasmine
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I hope she notices me
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Jasmine
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The Icarus Account |