hi stranger
Hi stranger... hi
This is me... for if you still know who I am. That girl, a few days ago. Blond hair, blue eyes. Can you remember? I still have your number... for if you thought I lost it. Holding it in my hand at the moment... but I don't dare to call you. What can I say?
There is a lot I wanna tell you. That every night I dream about your eyes. Your big brown eyes that looked at me like you had never seen anyone like me before. Anyone that special. That during the day I'm looking for your curly head. Your lovely brown curls that play with the wind while walking. That there is something special about your smile. Something I've never seen before. Something that won't let go of me.
I feel weak when I think of you... there is just one thing that I really want, to lie in your arms. But every time that I think about that, it occurs to me that I don't know you. What are your dreams, your desires? What I'm I, what is my roll in your life? I need to know... for I'm afraid. Afraid for what I'm to you. That's way I haven't called you jet...
Maybe we will meat again one day. Not knowing if you will still look at me in the same way or if that look is meant for someone else... Not knowing if you have a job, not knowing what you've done. Maybe we could go for a drink, we might pass each other without a word spoken...
The unwritten future, only if I don't call you…
This is me... for if you still know who I am. That girl, a few days ago. Blond hair, blue eyes. Can you remember? I still have your number... for if you thought I lost it. Holding it in my hand at the moment... but I don't dare to call you. What can I say?
There is a lot I wanna tell you. That every night I dream about your eyes. Your big brown eyes that looked at me like you had never seen anyone like me before. Anyone that special. That during the day I'm looking for your curly head. Your lovely brown curls that play with the wind while walking. That there is something special about your smile. Something I've never seen before. Something that won't let go of me.
I feel weak when I think of you... there is just one thing that I really want, to lie in your arms. But every time that I think about that, it occurs to me that I don't know you. What are your dreams, your desires? What I'm I, what is my roll in your life? I need to know... for I'm afraid. Afraid for what I'm to you. That's way I haven't called you jet...
Maybe we will meat again one day. Not knowing if you will still look at me in the same way or if that look is meant for someone else... Not knowing if you have a job, not knowing what you've done. Maybe we could go for a drink, we might pass each other without a word spoken...
The unwritten future, only if I don't call you…
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