I like it    I don't like it

I know its early

and you harldy even know me but,

i want your love so bad, so bad

im bound to f**k it up

could you tell me what to say?



you must have heard that im about your eyes a million times

and now your holding out to hear about your chin

i bet that that could get me in, let me in

could you tell me what to say?

tell me what to say...



when you were young and playing princess in your mother's dress

into the mirror dreaming what your prince would say

i know you still remember to this day

could you tell me what to say?



and sure its not fair

i might lose all self respect

those who say i should be myself

they have obviously never met you yet



i can tell by the way your eyes roll

the way you stab the ice in your glass that its over

i can see you signalling to a friend

whispering make this end



you should have told me what to say

tell me what to say





(It's very primative still)