I don't know what to say

I could say I want you,
That would be a bore
Maybe in a font you
Haven't seen before
I could say I'll haunt you
Till your dying day
I could tease and taunt you,
But what would I say?

See, I don't know what to say

I could say I crave you
Still, you little brat
I could rant and rave, you
Know I can do that
I could say I gave you
Everything I have
I could say I'll save you
You might think me mad

So I don't know what to say

I could try and lead you
Down the garden path
I could say I'll feed you
You can do the math
I could say I need you
Offer you a ring
I'll be guaranteed you
Don't believe a thing

I could try and shove you
Off the nearest cliff
I could say I lo

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Writer(s): STEPHIN RAYMOND MERRITT