My friends who knew me, never would know me
They'd look right through me
Above and below me
And ask: Who's that girl?
Who's that girl?
I know for certain that's not my light-hearted friend
Meeting one boy was the start of the end
Love is a simple emotion a friend should comprehend
Wait till you see him
See how he looks
Wait till you hear him laughs
Painters of painting
Writers of books
Never could tell the height
Wait till you feel the warmth of his glance
Pensive and sweet and wise
All of it lovely, all of it thrilling
I'll never be willing to free him
When you see him, you won't believe your eyes