He holds my hand 
and walks me to school,
gives for no reason, 
pays for my food.  
He blows me kisses,
I blow 'em back, 
he's the only boy 
who treats me like that.

3 'O Clock the bell rings, 
my rides outside waiting.
But, I don't wanna leave now, 
gotta stall somehow.
Feel my heart racing, 
as you start embracing me.

Boy you gotta tell me, 
you're not busy.
'Cause I wanna call you, 
I've been sitting here,
and I miss you, 
I just wanna see your face,
I hate the end of the day.

He always texts me, 
when I'm in class,
says something silly, 
to make me laugh.
He doesn't front when 
his friends come around,
cheers me up 
when I'm feeling down.

3 'O Clock the bell rings, 
my rides outside waiting.
But, I don't wanna leave now, 
gotta stall somehow.
Feel my heart racing, 
as you start embracing me.

(Yeah, boy you gotta tell me.)

Boy you gotta tell me, 
you're not busy.
'Cause I wanna call you, 
I've been sitting here,
and I miss you, 
I just wanna see your face,
I hate the end of the day.

Don't wanna say goodnight, 
don't wanna say goodbye, 
wanna stay with you, 
but,my curfew is at nine.  
I can't wait 'till next weekend, 
we can do this again, 
and again, and again.

Boy you gotta tell me, 
you're not busy.
'Cause I wanna call you, 
I've been sitting here,
and I miss you, 
I just wanna see your face,
I hate the end of the day.

Boy you gotta tell me, 
you're not busy.
'Cause I wanna call you, 
I've been sitting here,
and I miss you, 
I just wanna see your face,
I hate the end of the day.<br />
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			     Thanks to H. Veezie ;)