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As I'm Speaking To This Girl,

My Mind It Starts To Drift & Swirl.

I Wonder If We'll Get To Meet,

I Really Hope, She Seems So Sweet.



I Tell Her This Each Time We Speak,

She Seems To Tell Me I'm A Freak.

She Has A Heart She Tries To Hide,

But I Can See Her Caring Side.



We Are Now Speaking Every Day,

But When We Talk She Seems To Say.

Why Do You Want To Talk With Me?

Because You're Special, Can't You See?



I Like To Hear Her Pretty Voice,

It Sounds So Soft, It Sounds So Nice.

When On The Phone It Pulls Me In,

Sometimes My Thoughts, They Are A Sin.



Each Day I Yearn For Her To Call,

So I Can Batter Down Her Wall.

It Seems She's Built To Keep All Out,

But Tiarra's Sweet, There Is No Doubt.



She Does Not Want This To Be Known,

I Know She's Caring, To Me She's Shown.

She Make's Me Talk To Her So Bad,

That I Just Hope She Won't Get Mad.



You Know You Are A Special One,

I'm Glad To Know You, It's Been Fun.

But I Can't Wait Until We Meet,

Tiarra Coffey 'Cuz You're Sweet.