tell me how you're the first thing nin the morning and at nightnthis isn't rightnhow can someone always be on someone elses mind nits like i am the geeky kid at schoolnand you have the cheerleader outfit on nand sit by me at lunch and make me feel like im somehow coolnnwell i've never been the one to get the girlnbut girl nyou are my worldnatlanta cant come soon enoughnnneven if i gathered every flower in the world nin the biggest basket its still wouldnt smellnas good as the sweat between the palms of our hands nneven if the angels themselves had the biggest choir meet in the world it still would be defeated by nthe beat beat beat from the rhythm when you sing to mennthank god i am finally back to myself with your help nyou bring the best outta me nyoud make a man think he was a lionnbut the whole time he was just a child playing with things he didn't understand nnthere's an art to holding hands.