Its been a lonely bus ride home without you whispering my name
A weekend of whispering your name
A month of us teasing each other
Every day I'm thinking about you
And I finally discovered that I'm falling in love with you
I hope that I'm wrong
I hope that I'm not falling but flying
I hope that you're not my first kiss
Because to you trouble is bliss
I hope....

*That you're falling in love with me too