This thing called love.
keeps coming back around...

It started with a kiss
in the back row...

Sometimes i think that if i was to run into you on...
and then there are those other moments where i...

May i have this dance?
i won't step on your toes...

I see you with her.
holding her hand...

She cried,
she sat in her bathroom...

We both knew this all along
my words have become a spoken song...