I think we're coming down with something
You probably caught it from one of your friends
Your silly little friends
Put on your shoes now, it's time to leave
I can't wait for some time on my own, but when you go
I wish I could text you
But you can't read or write
I've got things I wanna say
But I guess they'll have to wait
Until I get you
I've been up all night now
Making jam on toast
Cutting it just the way you like
I wouldn't have cut the crusts off for you
I said that they give you curly hair
But you didn't care, why would ya
It's perfect the way it is
Dark and straight and silky and smooth
I love you
And I wish I could text you
But you can't read or write
I've got things I wanna say
But I guess they'll have to wait
Until I get you
I've been up all night now
Making jam on toast
Cutting it just the way you like
You can't read or write
I've got things I wanna say
But I guess they'll have to wait
Until I get you
I've been up all night now
Making jam on toast
Cutting it just the way you like
