I suppose that I should count my blessings
For a young thing my world is not too bad
Got a window, a place with a pillow and a friend or two

But ever since I saw his face that morning
Nothing else has got the same summer sheen
Will he notice my eyes have got so lonely?

He may not be the one but I want him for my own and I know

I am not good at not getting what I want


Maybe I sound like a spoilt baby
But I know that there are some who have it all

I want to join them, to feel that glow around me
I want him more each day ?cos he never looks my way and I know


I am not good at not getting what I want

If we ever found ourselves together

I can promise I will love you every day
But I've a feeling seeing is believing
You never look my way so I want you more than I can say