Of all that I thought of, all real and fake,
Nothing could compare to seeing you by the lake.
Your ukulele, your voice, are you real?
I crunch the leaves, you turn around smiling, COULD you be real?
We sit and talk in a place so serene,
Next to the water so blue, on grass so green.
I give you a Christmas present that's a month late,
You become so happy that you cry, the present is great.
You tell me you've missed me and that you're glad I'm here,
Then my heart palpitates as you wipe away a tear.
I go for broke and tell you that you're special to me,
That a better woman couldn't possibly be.
You want to say yes, but you already have a date,
But I ask to let me as a friend, in hopes to change fate.
We rub dirt in your new book and you sing one last song,
And with tears in my eyes I tell you so long.
Now I wait for the day, the day to be true.
When you get me...and I get you.
