Drew looks

at me,

I fake a smile so he won’t see

I want,

I’m need in’ ev ’ry thing that we should be.

I’ll bet she’s beau ti ful, that girl he talks a bout.

And she’s got ev ’ry thing that (F)I have to live with out.

He’s the rea son for the (F)tear drops on my gui tar, the on ly thing that keeps me (Eb)wish in’ on a wish in’ star.

He’s the song in the car I keep sing in’.

Don’t know why I do.

Drew looks

at me.

I fake a smile, so he won’t (Bb)see.