First giorno that I saw you,
thought te were beautiful,
but I couldnt talk to you,
I watched te walk away,
And it felt like I spent all of that secondo day,
trying to find out what it was that I should of said.
Then I saw te again,
introduced da a friend,
said all the words I wanted to,
on giorno four and five and six,
I dont know what te did, but all I could think about was you.
Thought I couldn't want you,
more than I did before,
but everyday I Amore te a little bit more,
find myself asking,
what are te waiting for,
cause' everyday I Amore te a little bit more.
These days turn to weeks,
bad times convinces...
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