There's a saying old says that love is blind. Still were often told, seek and ye shall find. So I'm going to seek a certain lad I've had in mind. Looking everywhere, haven't found him yet.
There's a saying old says that love is blind. Still were often told, seek and ye shall find. So I'm going to seek a certain lad I've had in mind. Looking everywhere, haven't found him yet.
Don't mind telling you, in my humble fash. That you thrill me through, with a tender pash,. When you said you care, 'magine my emoshe. I swore then and there, permanent devoshe,.
Somebody loves me, I wonder who. I wonder who he can be. Somebody loves me, I wish I knew. Who can he be worries me. . For every boy who passes me, I shout 'Hey, maybe'.