How can I just ignore the way you make me feel? The way that you have my heart sprinting it's almost as if it was in a race Yes, a race, where the trophy is your love and affection a race, where even though the finish line seems to be no where in sight my heart keeps running Because it's wishing, hoping that all this work will be worth it in the end because I'll have you, right? Wrong.
You have my stomach doing gymnastics tricks that would get 10 gold medals but what good would those be? they don't matter because even after all those awards I won't be happy because I wouldn't have you
Oh, I try and try and try I really do but no matter how much I try I can't be just friends with you So even though we joke and laugh and play and even though it may not seem this way My heart is still racing and my stomach is still flipping and my soul? my soul is just longing and even though I know the finish line will never come and that all those medals will never be enough my soul will still long and that's all that I can do.