You're on the phone with your girlfriend She's upset She's going off about something that you said 'Cause she doesn't get your humor like I do I'm in my room It's a typical Tuesday night I'm listening to the kind of music she doesn't like And she'll never know your story like I do' But she wears short skirts I wear T-shirts She's cheer captain And I'm on the bleachers Dreaming about the day when you wake up And find that what you're looking for has been here the whole time If you can see I'm the one who understands you Been here all along so why can't you see You belong with me You belong with me Walkin' the streets with you and your worn-out jeans I can't help thinking this is how it ought to be Laughing on a park bench, thinking to myself Hey isn't this easy And you've got a smile that could light up this whole town I haven't seen it in a while since she brough...
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