Her

That girl is the one I wanna be with Didn't know it 'till she was already leavin' On a train, goin' south ten minutes ago I'm so bad at makin' conversation I couldn't ask her for her number or her name, and I don't know if she just wants me to leave her alone But I'll go sit in that subway station Open a book to look sophisticated Maybe she might come to me one day I'll probably say something dumb Like, "Do you come here often?" 'Cause I get so stupid in love when I'm talkin' To her But I'll try my best To say more than a few words Because I want to know just what she's thinkin' Her favorite fruit and the drink she's drinkin' Why she wears that puffy sweater When it's so hot in this midsummer weather I wanna know her past and be her future I know right now I don't mean much to her But if we ever meet again I'll make sure I don't ever lose her