Here I am, staring at you
All I see is your red lips
Tender and delicate
and your spaklingly eyes
glancing left and right
As if we were having a picnic
near that little stream
As if we were chasing each other
around that big oak tree
Here I am, staring at you
All I see is your red lips
Tender and delicate
and your spaklingly eyes
glancing left and right
As if we were having a picnic
near that little stream
As if we were chasing each other
around that big oak tree