let's play a different game than what we're playing - fairytale.

He walks by me, can he tell that I can't breathe? And there he goes, so perfectly, the kind of flawless I wish I could be...I'd better hold him tight, give him all my love. Look in those beautiful eyes and know I am lucky 'cause he's the reason for the teardrops on my guitar, the only thing that keeps me wishing on a wishing star. He's the song in the car I keep singing that I don't know why I do.