Oh Girl, I must confess
When you walk into the room
I've got eighth notes in my chest
Girl
You look your best
In those Nike shorts
You're wearing covered
By a t-shirt dress
You are the feeling of being Known in your own skin
You are the feeling of being
Home for the weekend
I've got friends on friends on Friends that claim to know me Too
They don't know me like you do
They don't know me like you do
Girl
Tell the truth
I really need to know it if you're Feeling something too
Girl
Are we cool?
Because everybody's asking me But they don't know our history
I guess I'm just blind to what my Friends all see
Between the lines
I can't read what's apparently so Loud and clear
To everyone but me
But every time that you're Around
Everything starts Slowing down except for my Heartbeat, for my heart