I ask myself again and again…
What it is about you?
What is it about you?
Is the theme when it comes to you…
I ask myself again and again…
Why are you always on my mind?
Why do I think of you in the morning?
Why do I think of you all day?
Why do I think of you in the evening?
And when I put myself to bed?
I think of you when I see the sky…
I think of you when I see roses…
I think of you when I log onto the computer…
I think of you when I hear the phone ring…
I think of you when I drive down the street…
I think of you when I dream of something sweet…
I think of you of the night we first met…
I think of our very first kiss…
One that I will always miss….
I think of the way that you held my hand….
I think how I never wanted the night to end….
I think of you when I think of love…
I think of you when I think of fun…
I think of you when I think of passion…
I think of you when I try to move on…
I just think of you on and on…
There are so many things that make me ask myself
What is it about you?
Why are you always on my mind?
I could understand if you were mine
At least then it would be fine
But I guess I may never know
So, I ask myself again and again
What it is about you?
Why are you always on my mind?