There she goes, walking right by
Her lovely curls, her big brown eyes
And there I am, seeing this beauty
Talking to my friend, isn't she pretty?
Oh, I need to know her
Boy, do I wish I can hold her
And if she looks my way
I'll marry her someday in May
Here she comes, my heart is racing
She walks right by, I'm still waiting
To build up the courage and say hello
Perhaps write a letter, and let her know
Oh, I need to know you
Girl, I wish I can hold you
And if you look my way
We'll marry someday in May
Written By: Christopher Connor
To my Becky Love
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