If you ask me I'm ready I was wondering maybe Could I make you my baby If we do the unthinkable would it make us look crazy You give me a feeling that I never felt before Its becoming something that's impossible to ignore Or would it be so beautiful

It had to be you Had to be you Some others I've seen Might never be mean Might never been cross Or tried to be boss But they wouldn't do Cause nobody else Gave me that thrill

You don't know how it feels To be misunderstood To reach for the sky I thought you never would But I'm bleeding, and my hands are bruised From the grip that I once had on you And I'm open for a new way Because there's not much more that I can fake This

Never wanted anything so bad She got me wishing that she could stay Doesn't even know that I missed my plane Not a single thing I wouldn't trade For a ticket to L.A It was midnight in the middle of JFK Trying to take her mind off the fallin' rain

Now would I turn my back on me To turn my back on you I'll never let you down I'll never let you down no way No (don't say) I'm not gonna turn my back on you You know I'll never let you down (ah ha) Try to tell you that it's alright Oh I'm not playing

Don't make me choose Don't make me If you really love me You would never judge me I would never do that to you Don't make me Between my left hand and my right Between my love and my life Either way I lose

Never wanted anything so bad She got me wishing that she could stay Doesn't even know that I missed my plane Not a single thing I wouldn't trade For a ticket to L.A It was midnight in the middle of JFK Trying to take her mind off the fallin' rain

That may be all I need In darkness, she is all I see Come and rest your bones with me Driving slow on Sunday morning But things just get so crazy, living life gets hard to do That someday it would lead me back to you And I never want to leave Sunday

Fools on parade That you would rather be beside than in front of The secret door swings behind us She's saying nothing She's just giggling along Fools on parade cavort and carry on For waiting eyes But she's never been the kind to be hollowed by the

He was a diplomat's son, it was '81 And then I'm gonna duck out behind them If I ever had a chance it's now then But I never had the feeling I could offer that to you To offer it to you would be cruel When all I want to do is use, use you He was a