You are my kind of Beautiful, Beautiful
You are my kind of Beautiful, Beautiful
So chase what you feel I swear this is real
And Kiss me hard
I'll stare in your eyes, share your butterflies
And steal your heart
I got my head done
When I was young
Its not my problem
Its not my problem
Dreams, Dreams
Of when we had just started things
Dreams of you and me
It seems, It seems
That I can't shake those memories
I wonder if you have the same dreams too.
I am such a coward
I could win an award
You may not believe me
But it would be okay, be okay, be okay