There’s this boy, oh this boy,
who’s got me all tied up
in the best kind of knots.
There’s this look you’ve gotta see,
when he’s starin’ at me;
it’s his hands on my hips,
and in the way that we kiss.
I can’t help but smile
’cause he’s lookin’ at me,
oh he’s lookin’ at me.
There’s this boy, oh this boy—
I think he’s the boy for me.
My face feels stretched tight as I stare at Cam, wondering how he has possibly gotten me to do this. Thankful that he has. I’m onstage, in front of thousands of people; real, in-the-flesh people. But I can’t think about any of that now. I’m playing with Cam again. He’s still staring at me when he starts in on the next verse. He’s not singing the song to the audience, he’s singing it to me. My heart is beating out of my chest watching his hands run along the strings, his lips caress each word he sings. I fight the urge to lean in to him.
There’s this girl, yeah this girl,
she’s the only bright spot in
my dark, dark world.
This girl, yeah this girl,
she sets my world on fire,
in the best kind of way.
It’s a rush and a thrill
and I swear that I will—
I swear that I will.
There’s this girl, yeah this girl,
she’s become the center
of my whole damn world—
and I swear that I will—
I swear that I will—
call this girl mine.
Wish she’d be mine.
Forever she’s mine.
