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I want to be the boy that warms your mother´s heart
I´m so scared to take you away
I tried to win her over right from the start
But something always got in the way
We´ve been sitting in your backyard for hours
But she won´t even come out and say hi
While my mother baked a little cake for you
And even dreaded when you said goodbye
What kind of cartwheels do I have to pull?
What kind of joke should I lay on her now?
I´m inclined to go finish high school
Just to make her notice that I´m around
Well nothing I come up with seems to work
It feels like everything I say is a lie
And never have a felt like such a jerk
I´m afraid to even open my eyes
Because I really don´t want her to judge me
I want to her really know who I am
And then, and only then she will love me
Well at least that was the plan
If ever a boy needed a holiday
If ever a girl needed someone to hold
I just hope I don´t act the same way
By the time that I get old
I never said I was the heir to a fortune
I never claimed to have any looks
But these kind of things must be important
Because somebody ripped out my page
In your telephone book
I want to warm her heart
Translate to:
I want to be the boy that warms your mother´s heart
I´m so scared to take you away
I tried to win her over right from the start
But something always got in the way
We´ve been sitting in your backyard for hours
But she won´t even come out and say hi
While my mother baked a little cake for you
And even dreaded when you said goodbye
What kind of cartwheels do I have to pull?
What kind of joke should I lay on her now?
I´m inclined to go finish high school
Just to make her notice that I´m around
Well nothing I come up with seems to work
It feels like everything I say is a lie
And never have a felt like such a jerk
I´m afraid to even open my eyes
Because I really don´t want her to judge me
I want to her really know who I am
And then, and only then she will love me
Well at least that was the plan
If ever a boy needed a holiday
If ever a girl needed someone to hold
I just hope I don´t act the same way
By the time that I get old
I never said I was the heir to a fortune
I never claimed to have any looks
But these kind of things must be important
Because somebody ripped out my page
In your telephone book
I want to warm her heart