I'm waiting to be swept
Off my feet
And I'm not getting
Any lighter.

I'm ready for the days
Our paychecks come easily.
You work on machines,
And I'm writing poetry.

Where we go to coffee shops
Just because it's cold.
And buy books at the bookstore
We'll never hold.

When we walk to the park
And look at geese.
And have discussions by the fire
Of war and peace.

When I can tell your mood
By the twinkle in your eye.
When I cook your food
You're bold enough to try.

A girl can dream her whole life through.
Now that you know my dreams,
What should we do?
It's your call, baby, I'm waiting for you.