tell me how you're the first thing    in the morning and at night   this isn't right   how can someone always be on someone elses mind    its like i am the geeky kid at school   and you have the cheerleader outfit on    and sit by me at lunch and make me feel like im somehow cool      well i've never been the one to get the girl   but girl    you are my world   atlanta cant come soon enough         even if i gathered every flower in the world    in the biggest basket its still wouldnt smell   as good as the sweat between the palms of our hands       even if the angels themselves had the biggest choir meet in the world it still would be defeated by    the beat beat beat from the rhythm when you sing to me      thank god i am finally back to myself with your help    you bring the best outta me    youd make a man think he was a lion   but the whole time he was just a child playing with things he didn't understand       there's an art to holding hands.