There was a boy, a very special boy
Yes, he was a man child, how I love to be good and out
I don't think he see me at all and he can see right through me
Did I manifested just so he could ask me?

How did I find you? How did I ever find you?
How do I get you alone?
If you had a mind, too
We could spend some time to give up
How do I get you alone?

There was a girl, a little, little girl
People say she got and odd smile
You could never figure it out
But if you can see her at all
And now you're putting questions
I think she manifest 'em, just so she could have him

How did I find you? How did I ever find you?
How do I get you alone?
If you had a mind, too
We could spend some time to give up
How do I get you alone?

There was a girl
You could see her lid up
You could really see her lid up
You could see her lid up
You could really see her lid up

You could see her lid up
You could really see her lid up
You could see her lid up
You could really see her lid up

You could see her, see her
You could really see her, see her
You could see her, see her, see her, see her

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Writer(s): Jenny Bea Christina Englishman, Ricky Tillo