Sort of smiled, sort of kissed me   Then blushed and ran away, I thought that he would miss me   Sort of dreamed he washed me over   With multicolor poster paints and love      And I stood drenched from head to toe   And said, "well I don't really know"      Is this all that I want in my life   Someone to say he's sort of mine   Is this all that I want one more time   And if it is...      Sort of thought, that he'd be waiting   Well, nevermind, I know the effort he'd be making   Sort of dreamed of someone better   Who'd justify my kisses with his love      And I stood there basking in that glow   And said, "well I don't really know"      Is this all that I want in my life   Someone to say he's sort of mine   Is this all that I want one more time   And if it is, then why?      He's so fine   He's sort of mine