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.