I want to tell you something Something that may seem To be just idle chatter But you I don't just flatter Now you may think I'm biased But really it's the truth The former is the latter My words I don't just scatter I think you're the most beautiful Girl I've ever seen The kind of girl that lives inside The film reel of a dream And though at present moment I only get to look That doesn't mean inside my head I'm not writing a book It's a romance story It's not fiction at all It's all about a troubadour And his zeal for the belle of the ball Fast forward to the ending It's what endings are made of They walk into the sunset Together and in love