you (cont.)

There’s no one else who is complementary

That makes me feel all sorts of happy

But yet there’s one thing I wish I could see

That you really enjoy being with me

Cause that’s been bugging me lately

And I hope I’m not being selfish or crazy

You already know what I feel for you

And that there’s nothing I wouldn’t do

And I hope you’d do the same for me too

Cause, girl, I’ll tell you something true

Something that shouldn’t be new

Out of this seed, a new love grew

You’re a rare flower among the few.