This Romance Thing
Could you just fold airplanes with your thoughts
And throw them straight at me
Make it easy to understand
This romance thing
And im left wondering
What goes through your head
When you hear my name
She gives me the butterflies
Deep inside my ribs
Every time she looks at me with those eyes
And smiles
And im left wondering
What goes through your head
When you hear my name
Writer/s: The Sleeping Dinosaur
