She rode past me on Sunday mornings But I never could think of anything to say
I guess I've never been too good at that part But anyway
All my friends would make fun of me They all thought I was obsessed
But the joke's on them, cause all my friends Are scared of girls too
She gives me butterflies when she rides on that bike But I'm just way too shy to tell her how I really feel
But it's how I really feel
Paper girl, won't you come my way And give me some good news
Tell me you'll stay with me When you've done your route
She sat by me one day in science class I was trying to pass her notes
My buddy snatched her right out my hands And said, stick to liking her posts
I didn't give up that day Someday I know she'll be mine
Convinced myself I'm okay When we look back on those times
I know that you're the one for me If I can get over me
Paper girl, won't you come my way And give me some good news
Tell me you'll stay with me When you've done your route