on a warm summer evening
he sits on her wall
holding his cell phone
and hoping she'll call .
pretty bubbles , pretty bubbles ,
the girl of his dreams .
each day he plucks up the courage
today he must ask her out
but faced with her beauty
he begins to doubt
pretty bubbles , pretty bubbles
the girl of his dreams .
his arms long to hold her
his lips long to kiss
never before
has he felt like this
pretty bubbles , pretty bubbles
the girl of his dreams .
he knows this wonderful lady
has captured his heart
he knows how he feels
when they are apart
pretty bubbles , pretty bubbles
the girl of his dreams .
he finds the courage
and states his heart is to blame
to his amazement
he finds she feels the same
pretty bubbles , pretty bubbles
the girl of his dreams .
from her bedroom window
she see's him on the wall
his heart lifts to heaven
when he answers her call
pretty bubbles . pretty bubbles
the girl of his dreams .
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