You're on the phone with your girlfriend
She's upset,she's going off about something that you said
'Cause she doesn't get your humor like I do.
I'm in the room,it's typical Tuesday night
I'm listening to the kind of music she doesn't like
And she'll never know your story like I do.
But she wears short skirts
I wear t-shirts
She's cheer captain
And i'm on the bleechers
Dreaming about the day when you wake up and find
That what You're looking for has been here the whole time
If you could see that I'm the one
Who understands you
Been here all along
So,why cant you see
You belong with me,
You belong with me.
Walk in the streets with your worn out jeens
I can't help thinking this is how it ought to be.
Laughing on a park thinking to myself
"Hey ,isn't this easy?"
And you've got a smile
That could light up this whole town
I have'nt seen it in a while
Since she brought you down.
You say you're fine I know you better than that.
Hey,what you doing with a girl like that?
She wears