I’m just a man, just a man, far too romantic
I didn’t plan, didn’t plan for you to happen
But I gotta say, in case nobody told you
Your eyes remind me of the sky in California
Oh, it’s just like I’ve always known you
Clearly colored, blind
You’re the one my of my
Look like mistresses of
every on
Too bad you got your love
If take
Give me want hand, before he’s asking
But say, in case you
Your remind of the sky in California
it’s
colored, and still
You’re the my mind, of
like mistresses mine
bet on
bad love
you already your
Whoa, whoa
bad your love
he carry a on
hold all that you’re
my baby baby run to me, run to
Love me loved
I see walking mind, all of my
lovers
Look like mistresses mine
I time
Too already love
whoa
bad already got love
whoa
you got
Whoa, whoa
whoa