A lovely little song, putting me in a cheerful mood, though thinking sheepishly about good times, wants.
“I sit for hours just waiting for his phone call
I’ll leave the chocolate hidden in the fridge
I’ll play his messages
Analyze his intonation
Please stop me there, I’m even boring myselfI think of him when I’m doing the dishes
I think of him while looking in the sink
This ain’t no play on words
My love for him is absurd
If he gave me a sign I’d think about it for a week
I’d build it up and then I’d turn him down”Listen to it HERE
