I don't know what you wrote about me in your book
But I know it won't be pleasant to read
Softly cry into your sheets
Where we lay twice a week
I can tell you still have feelings for me
I'll be waiting for more
I'll be waiting for more
I'll be waiting for more
I'll be waiting for more
I can't cook to save my life
At least I'll have done something right if I told the world how I feel
He looks perfect to me and his hands are warm on my cheek
And it seems I need a second to breathe
When his hand's close over mine it's all I can think about at night
And his eyes still shine deep and blue
I'll be waiting for more
I'll be waiting for more
I'll be waiting for more
I'll be waiting for more
I'll be waiting for more
I'll be waiting for more