Prom
I'm searching through the crowd to see her one more time
We've spoken twice before but tonight I'll make her mine
I know I'll find the words to say to her
'Cause the third time is a charm
And I'll return my gaze to see her face
Is buried in your arms
What are you doing here and who do you think you are
You're leaving with the girl I'd like to call my own
And even though you barely just arrived
Your arm around her shoulder tells me all I need to know
I ought to be on my way home
The lover of my dreams laughing at your awful jokes
It seems another reality on top of mine is superimposed
I guess my story ends where yours begins
But tell me why so soon
For me the sun has set and I'm forced to view
Your silhouettes under the moon
Oh what I'd give to just for once be in your shoes
You're leaving with the girl I'd like to call my own
And even though you barely just arrived
Your arm around her shoulder tells me all I need to know
I ought to be on my way home
You're leaving with the girl I'd like to call my own
You're stealing her right before my eyes
Your arm around her waist and that sweet smile on her face
That I only had seen in my dreams
You're leaving with the girl I'd like to call my own
And even though you barely just arrived
Your arm around her shoulder tells me all I need to know
I ought to be on my way home
I ought to be on my way home
We've spoken twice before but tonight I'll make her mine
I know I'll find the words to say to her
'Cause the third time is a charm
And I'll return my gaze to see her face
Is buried in your arms
What are you doing here and who do you think you are
You're leaving with the girl I'd like to call my own
And even though you barely just arrived
Your arm around her shoulder tells me all I need to know
I ought to be on my way home
The lover of my dreams laughing at your awful jokes
It seems another reality on top of mine is superimposed
I guess my story ends where yours begins
But tell me why so soon
For me the sun has set and I'm forced to view
Your silhouettes under the moon
Oh what I'd give to just for once be in your shoes
You're leaving with the girl I'd like to call my own
And even though you barely just arrived
Your arm around her shoulder tells me all I need to know
I ought to be on my way home
You're leaving with the girl I'd like to call my own
You're stealing her right before my eyes
Your arm around her waist and that sweet smile on her face
That I only had seen in my dreams
You're leaving with the girl I'd like to call my own
And even though you barely just arrived
Your arm around her shoulder tells me all I need to know
I ought to be on my way home
I ought to be on my way home
Credits
Writer(s): Michael Seybold
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