I don't think that passenger seat,
has ever looked this good to me.
He tells me about his night and I
count the colors in his eyes.
He'll never fall in love, he swears,
as he runs his fingers through his hair.
I'm laughing cause I hope he's wrong.
And I don't think it ever crossed his mind,
he tells a joke, I fake a smile.
But I know all his favorite songs
Chorus:
And I could tell you, his favorite color's green,
he loves to argue, born on the 17th.
His sister's beautiful, he has his father's eyes.
And if you asked me if I love him, I'd lie.
He looks around the room,
innocently overlooks the truth.
Shouldn't a light go on?
Doesn't he know that I've had
him memorized for so long?
He sees everything in black and white,
never let nobody see him cry.
I don't let nobody see me wishing he was mine.
Chorus:
I could tell you, his favorite color's green,
he loves to argue, born on the 17th.
His sister's beautiful, he has his father's eyes.
And if you asked me if I love him, I'd lie.
He stands there then walks away,
my God if I could only say:
"I'm holding every breath for you".
He'd never tell you, but he can play guitar,
I think he can see through everything but my heart.
First thought when I wake up is "My God he's beautiful",
so I put on my make up, and pray for a miracle.
Chorus:
Yes, I could tell you, his favorite color's green,
he loves to argue, oh and it kills me.
His sister's beautiful, he has his father's eyes.
And if you asked me if I love him,
if you asked me if I love him, I'd lie.
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