You Get Me

She's like a flower

Every time we hang out

She opens up

A little bit more

And she says

You picked me

And you get me

So mister, don't fuck up

You get me

You get me

You get me

Every time she opens up

I see some more

I see more of that flower

Every time she opens up

I can feel myself

Diving in

And I feel like it's wrong

Because I know I should wait

And then she says

You picked me

And you get me

So mister, don't fuck up

You get me

You get me

You get me

You get me

You get me

You get me

And she could still change her mind

And she could leave this any time

But she still says, You get me