Song to Bobby

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 til my dying day

I was fifteen, sixteen maybe

In the park I was waving my arms

You were wet with sweat

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 blowing 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