August nine, I met the girl of mine.
Rejection is my fear, don't know how you got me my dear
I'm such a dork and failure to others not hopeless but giving in
She gave me open doors and let me in.

With you my heart runs like a roller-coaster wheel,
I swear this is real.
We have so much in common, will marry me in London?
But she loves to go to Greece
I'm falling in love with such ease,
You're the only cure to my disease.
Will you be my girl please?