martes, 9 de febrero de 2010

You're on the phone with your girlfriend
she's upset she's going off about something
that you said she doesn't get your humor like
i do i'm in my room it's a typical tuesday night
i'm listening to the kind of music she doesn't like
she'll never know your story like i do but she wears short skirts
i wear t-shirts she's cheer captain and i'm on the bleachers dreaming
about the day when you wake up and find that what you're
looking for has been here the whole time if you could see that
i'm the one who understands you been here all along so why
can't you see you belong with me you belong with me. walking
the streets with you and your worn out jeans i can't help thinking
this is how it ought to be laughing on a park bench thinking to myself
hey, isn't this easy? and you've got a smile that could light up this
whole town i haven't seen it in awhile since she brought you down
you say you're fine i know you better than that hey whatchu doing
with a girl like that she wears high heels i wear sneakers she's cheer captain i'm on the bleachers
dreaming about the day when you wake up and find that what you're looking for has been here the
whole time if you could see that i'm the one who understands you been here all along so why can't you see
you belong with me standing by and waiting at your backdoor all this time how could you not know baby
you belong with me you belong with me. oh, i remember you driving to my house in the middle of the
night i'm the one who makes you laugh when you know you're about to cry and i know your favorite
songs and you tell me about your dreams think i know where you belong think i know it's with me can't
you see that i'm the one who understands been here all along so why can't you see? you belong with me.
have you ever thought just maybe you belong with me?

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