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I call her, she answers, the rest comes easily

There's no one else who makes me feel quite the same

I call her, cause it's Sunday, and I've waited all week

To hear her smile shine through the vowels of my name

And I know that I will never call her mine

I'm not lying when I say that that's just fine

Is it strange to love her and want nothing more

Only dreamed about her two times

Or maybe three or four

I scroll through the pictures from back when we first met

Yellow balloons are frozen feet from the ground

She's dancing in denim and I don't know it yet

But she's the reason he keeps coming around

So I know that I will never call her mine

I'm not lying when I say that that's just fine

Cause she trusts me, I don't need anything more

Only dreamed about her two times

Or maybe three or four

Maybe three or four

Oh, won't get the chance to choose her

Oh, at least I'll never lose her

Oh, we'll stay just like before

I'll call her up on Sunday

Just like every other Sunday

Nothing more

Nothing more

Cause I know that I will never call her mine

I'm not lying when I say that that's just fine

Is it strange to love her and want nothing more

Only dreamed about her two times