Lyrics: spencer burgan
Music: spencer burgan
A-B-C's and one two threes
You and me are meant to be
Four-five-six is this a trick
I'm not sure but I will stick with
Light blue eyes didn't show surprise
When I explained the fact that I'm satisfied
The butterflies move in my tummy
Float around and make me feel really funny
You disagree with my self-esteem
Did I mention you were in my dreams?
We could walk on the ceiling
And we thought that nothing would go wrong
Would you be so kind as to play along?
A-B-C's and one-two-threes
You and me are meant to be
Four, five, six, is this a trick?
I'm not sure but I will stick with you
I will stick with you
I will stick with you
Tofu Kiss, I'm shot and hit
If the target is your lips
When you go, I'll throw a fit
But when I get home, I'll call you in a bit
TGI Fridays on Thursday night
We tried our hardest to be polite
We got caught in between a matching disease
And I have this thing for you
I have this thing for you
A-B-C's and one-two-threes
You and me are meant to be
Four, five, six, is this a trick?
I'm not sure but I will stick with you
I will stick with you
I will stick with you