Won't you tell me?
Won't you tell me that of which, crosses your mind? I keep wondering, Why your eyes glaze over, That crooked smile, I love so much, Appears on your face. You have said before, You think of me often. Is this one of those times? Won't you tell me, that of which, occupies your dreams? I keep wondering, Why you always smile, A sweet, endearing smile On your face. You have said before, You dream of me often. Is this one of tho...