I liked you from the second you walked in
But I know it's not right at nineteen
There's a look on your face that did it
And that's how I've found myself caught in between
Dreams of madness and the thought of your bed
Something that I can't quite get out of my head
Just yet
Somethings wrong
I'm asking myself the very same question you asked me
Is it right at nineteen?
I guess it's best that you answered it yourself
But that doesn't change the way I felt