You sang a song today
A song of sweet sad love, one you once knew
And I like to think
You were singing about me.
You wrote a poem today
A poem about a lost love, found.
And I like to think
You wrote it about me.
You spoke of a girl today
The prettiest girl you've ever seen
And I like to think
You were speaking about me.
You looked at me today
As you talked about your true love
And I like to think
You were thinking about me.