To steal a glance
Is to steal a chance
To hear your voice
And watch you dance
Don’t stop the beating of the drums
I’ll strum and sing ‘til sundown
Don’t stop your hair from bouncing now
And I’ll keep a close watch
Two hours every Monday, Wednesday and Friday
My gray world isn’t at all gray
Two hours every Monday, Wednesday and Friday
Oh please don’t fade away
I stole your pen and wrote a poem
‘Coz you’ve been on my mind for very long
You stole my heart, I know its wrong
Maybe some things just don’t belong
Yeah. We don’t belong.
Feb 24, 2015
Feb 24, 2015 at 10:10 AM UTC
To steal a glance
Is to steal a chance
To hear your voice
And watch you dance
Don’t stop the beating of the drums
I’ll strum and sing ‘til sundown
Don’t stop your hair from bouncing now
And I’ll keep a close watch
Two hours every Monday, Wednesday and Friday
My gray world isn’t at all gray
Two hours every Monday, Wednesday and Friday
Oh please don’t fade away
I stole your pen and wrote a poem
‘Coz you’ve been on my mind for very long
You stole my heart, I know its wrong
Maybe some things just don’t belong
Yeah. We don’t belong.
