I don't have it all, I'm not claiming to
But I know that I'm special, yeah
And I'll bet there's somebody else out there to tell me I'm rare, to make me feel rare.
all along it was a fever, a cold sweat hot-headed believer, I threw my hands in the air, said, "show me something", he said, "if you dare, come a little closer".
there's something tragic, but almost pure, think I could love you, but I'm not sure; there's something wholesome, there's something sweet, tucked in your eyes that I'd love to meet.