Nervous As a little girl (I could be fourteen again) Waiting for your Phone call Hoping for your voice Nobody's home tonight I wonder What you Would do to me Left to our own Devices Nobody watching Nobody waiting No time to be home Would you love me like I was a little girl again Would you remind me What I've been missing Would you show me That you love me Or will you leave me waiting Anxiously For the phone to ring
Reason for writing:
Him
Birth sign: Aquarius
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