Woorden: Tiffany Giardina. No Average Angel. You Haven't Asked Me Yet.

It?s Friday I?m alone
just staring at the phone
I bet you lost my number
Sometimes you make me wonder

You might think that I?m ok
It feels like I?m invisible
You don?t hear a word I say
Guess I?m not invincible
We can be anything anywhere that we wanna be (wanna be)
Holding Hands at the dance to our fav?rite bands
Can?t You see it?s meant to be
(whoa, whoa) But You haven?t asked me yet
(whoa, whoa) But You haven?t asked me yet

Every time I turn around
You try to stare me down
It?s time I call your bluff
I?ve finally had enough of?

You might think that I?m ok
It feels like I?m invisible
You don?t hear a word I say
Guess I?m not invincible
We can be anything anywhere that we wanna be (wanna be)

Holding Hands at the dance to our fav?rite bands
Can?t You see it?s meant to be
(whoa, whoa) But You haven?t asked me yet
(whoa, whoa) But You haven?t asked me yet

Don?t you know that you?re friends will laugh at
Anything and everything
What do you care don?t you know that
They?re wanna-be?s, wanna-be?s

We can be anything anywhere that we wanna be
But you haven?t asked me yet
Holding Hands at the dance to our fav?rite bands
Can?t you see

We can be anything anywhere that we wanna be (wanna be)
Holding Hands at the dance to our fav?rite bands
Can?t You see it?s meant to be
(whoa, whoa) But You haven?t asked me yet
(whoa, whoa) But You haven?t asked me yet
(whoa, whoa) But You haven?t asked me yet
(whoa, whoa) But You haven?t asked me yet