Desperate Boy by Pablo McCrimmon

[Verse 1:]
I never used to care how my hair look
Never gave a damn what I wear, whether fair, took
All of my strength not to hit you up last night
Crawl the length of a football field just to see your vast light
I'm asked quite often whether I'm obsessed
I prefer the term devoted, I'm demoted like the rest
Of your boys, I don’t wanna toy with you
Never would be coy with you,
I just wanna bring some real joy to you
And when that bell rings, I'm in love
Cuz I could sell things, like rings and gloves
Or I could live up in a palace, drinking from a chalice
Still, you’d be the Alice that I'm thinkin' of
Gimme a chance to state my case:
I can sorta dance, sorta gotta decent face
Sorta wanna see the space, sorta wanna be replaced
Sorta wanna love you 'til my heart aches or starts breaking
Up is probably the big concern you’d like the mention
Honestly, I wanna be an intern for attention
Currently, your presence is emotional detention
Suspension of disbelief required now we’re inching
Higher why are we people of the same cloth
I'd do anything for you; be a lame goth
Make my name Roth
But when I see you, I blush
I been thinkin' too much

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