i see you coming down the street
strolling with your own purpose
i've got mine tucked behind
some chock full alley trash can
can't say i'm sad to see you
just can't say i've got that
pitter pat thing going down
CHORUS:
i wish you could give me chills
as you touch me, hug me
i know it sounds like cheap thrills
but its only one romantic wannabe
one who dreams of elves and nymphs
of love at first sight
it seems inevitable
this doubt fixation of mine
i'm threading my fingers w/ yours
hoping that this'll work
knowing all the while
that it won't be a happy ever after
the happy ever after i want
CHORUS
i'm only one romantic wannabe