My baby looked my way today,
he wasn't looking at me, I'm sure.
I just wished he'd lock eyes with me,
when his mouth is on hers.
I want him to know I'm still here,
and I'm not sure how to go.
And if he tires of me now,
then I'll leave him tomorrow.
I'm sure if you've seen him around,
you know that he's mine.
She might claim him to be hers,
but she's wrong, and that's fine.
I don't know why my heart weeps,
although it's been over a year.
In the middle of the night when I rest,
his voice is the only thing I hear.
So, baby, please come home to me,
I didn't mean to do any wrong.
I wrote you a thousand and one poems,
I even composed you a stupid love song.
Don't tell me that it's over,
and that we're just friends now.
Why do you have to do this to me,
why does it hurt me right now?
I wish to kiss you once more,
right on your satin lips.
And it could be just like before,
with your hands pressed to my hips.
So pack up your things,
and come running back to me.
And we can resume where we left off,
where you and I were we.