Phora

Roses are red and violets are blue
Why does every love song remind me of you?
Why can't I make my mind up and decide what to do
I'm trying to write these songs
I always end up writing about you
I hope that you don't mind, sometimes I think about you
And I wish I could press rewind
Whisper in my ear, she send chills down my spine
Some people travel across the world and still don't ever find
This thing we call love, angel in my eyes
Like you were send from up above
(Like you were send from up above)
Look, see I catch myself staring I hope you don't mind...