Here's a story of a girl,
Living in her own secret world,
A hidden thought, A hidden secret,
A girl who dreams too much.
Well, I'm standing in the crowd,
Looking at the person of my dream,
But he don't even notice me,
He's there waiting for the one he truely love,
And I want him too know,
If he lose his way,
I won't let him go.
If I cut my hair,
If I change my clothes,
Will he notice me?
If I bite my lip,
If I say hello,
Will he notice me?
