Woorden: Pretenders. My Baby.

I want you to love me
That's all I want from you
I want you to love me
One day

I know I'm a peasant
Dressed as a princess
But that doesn't mean
You have to take my clothes away

If I could show you
Some happiness
Then I would feel like a real princess
That to me would be success

My baby
I see you dancing
A natural beauty
You make the stars
Seem sublime

You really get
To the heart of the music
You are the poetry
Of time

If there's a method
To writing a song
How come I'm getting it wrong
You write the beautiful songs

Baby
C'mon, c'mon c'mon baby
Take my hand, yeah
C'mon, c'mon c'mon show me
To the Loveland, to the Loveland

Can we see this happen
In this day and age?
Somebody just turned the page
Like I'm walking on stage

My baby
Hey