... but the sight of the stars makes me dream
“Something ‘bout the way… something ‘bout the way you look in my eyes. You make everything so damn easy. So easy that I don’t got to worry about a thing.
And baby when we touch, all I can see is the image of us… sittin by the ocean just before the dusk… sippin on a juice box with sand between our toes.
And this is the part when we say we’re in love and the part where we have our first kiss.
But this ain’t a movie, I know you can’t come with me. You got your life… He better be treating you right… treating you right.
Just tell me you don’t love me. Tell me you don’t feel the same way that I do. Tell me I don’t make you smile like I do when you walk in the room… You’re so hard to let go.
Oh, this is the part when we say we’re in love and the part where we say it’s forever. But this ain’t a fantasy. I know you can’t come with me. You got your life… He better be treating you right. You got your life… He better be treating you right.
This hurts so much… to know that you’re with someone else when you should be with me. It’s just hard to accept that I can’t be around… He better be treating you good.
I’m no Einstein, but I know a sign when I see one and I know you love me too… I know you love me too.
And this is the part when we say we’re in love and the part where we have our first kiss. But this ain’t a movie, I know you can’t come with me. You got your life… He better be treating you good… so good.
You got your life… He better be treating you right.”