Song To Bobby

I wanna tell you
I've always wanted to tell you
But I never had the chance to say
What I feel in my heart from the beginning til my til my dying day

I was fifteen, sixteen maybe
In the park I was waving my arms
You were waved this way
And you sang the song that I was screaming
I wanted you to

Another time was in South Carolina
It's always been the third encore
Whose wind came roaring in
Can you tell me who were you singing for
Oh my God, can you tell me who you were singing to

phone call from your New York City office
You were supposedly asking to see me
And how I wanted to tell you
That I was just only four hundred miles away
Who could believe that you were calling I was in DC
I was four hundred miles behind
Backstage pass in my hand
Giving you my heart was my plan I wish I could tell you

My chance
In the middle of the stadium in Paris, France
Can I finally tell you
Can I finally tell you
To be my man
April in Paris, can I see you
Can you please be my man