Music: Raffaela Weyman/Kurt Cavalheiro/Mike Tompa
hey Ralph it's dad
can't wait for the show tonight
you've been working so hard and you're so good on stage
I really look forward to it I'll see you there love you
I'm guilty I never ask nobody for help
I got a heavy handed habit talking rough to myself
you see me you painted clouds along the purple ceiling
singing Sweet Baby James until I'm finally dreaming
when I'm going too fast you say Ralph slow down
edges are soft when you're in the crowd
you got me and I know it always in the front row
this love it's still Nouveau to me
you're my you're my physical fan page
you're my you're my physical fan page
you're my you're my physical fan page
I'm tender but I pretend that I'm tough for you
I never break the facade unless I'm breaking with you
the word for love isn't good enough
it's more than that
it's like summer and car rides
you brush the hair out of my eyes
you got me and I know it always in the front row
this love it's still Nouveau to me
you're mine you're mine
there's a cool fan page