I want to be the boy that warms your mother's heart
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I'm so scared to take you away
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I tried to win her over right from the start
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But something always got in the way
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We've been sitting in your backyard for hours
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But she won't even come out and say hi
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While my mother baked a little cake for you
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And even dreaded when you said goodbye
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What kind of cartwheels do I have to pull?
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What kind of joke should I lay on her now?
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I'm inclined to go finish high school
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Just to make her notice that I'm around
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Well nothing I come up with seems to work
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It feels like everything I say is a lie
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And never have a felt like such a jerk
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I'm afraid to even open my eyes
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Because I really don't want her to judge me
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I want to her really know who I am
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And then, and only then she will love me
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Well at least that was the plan
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If ever a boy needed a holiday
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If ever a girl needed someone to hold
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I just hope I don't act the same way
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By the time that I get old
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I never said I was the heir to a fortune
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I never claimed to have any looks
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But these kind of things must be important
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Because somebody ripped out my page
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In your telephone book
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I want to warm her heart
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I Want To Be The Boy...
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| The White Stripes |
