I have a question...
Why is it that I think of you always,
and you never think of me in return?
Why is it that I'm longing for you to be mine?
Why is it that I think you're so fine?
What's to you that I like?
What's to you that's so nice?
I have a question...
Why don't you want me?
Why don't you hold me tight?
Why don't you know
that you're my "Mr. Right?"
