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 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 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      A 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