and i remember when the boy came in,nand shot a look over to my best friend,nand i said, i'm sorry, but you're my favorite.nthough you're making me cold.nand i do what i'm told.nnand seeing this side of you, it makes me crynand i can only seem but to shut my eyesnand you say i could be one in a millionnbut always seem to land in ninety nine thousand.nnthere is a reason why i'm callingni'm gonna sit around waiting for yanto call me darling (don't call me darling).nnand two to three months i will miss you muchnbut i can only offer this as muchnwhen you think no one is listeningnmy ears are opennthough you're making me coldnand i do what i'm told.