Broken Phone
It's mom gotta go
I saw you sitting on the corner
All alone
Mom would not answer, oh well
I invited you to be social
Clear face
Bright Smile
Curly hair
Cute actually
We sat down
He tried his best
To have my attention
But I want to talk to you
It was a wake up call
To get over him
The moment
I've been waiting for
To fall in love with you
