I came back from a late night   with my friends you were out of town.   So I took off my shoes and I took off my coat   and I took a look around.      Looked at all the book shelves   just like I like to do.   And I saw a little note   some other girl wrote to you.      It said "Baby, baby would you read a poem I picked for you?   I know you're sensitive but would you think about my boobs?"      Now what am I to do,   when I feel so much love for you?   I wish that I could be stronger   but I get scared that my love will not do.      Now I do not want to be that girl   that cries at every turn.   But I can't ignore the hurt   that makes me burn.      So please do be patient with me,   I know I can have a bit of jealousy.   But I promise you, I'll make it up to you in return.      So baby, baby would you read a poem I picked for you?   Would you think of me and not some other girls boobs?      Now what am I to do, when I feel so much love for you?   I wish that I could be stronger but I get scared   that my love will not do.   Yeah, I get scared that my love will not do.