Why doesn’t anybody call?
As I sit here by the phone
I thought Friday nights were a social time
But here I am…alone

Deep down I can feel it,
I know there’s something missing
I dream about it constantly
And find myself always wishing

I need someone who loves me
Who treats me with respect
Who makes me feel I’m special
And makes me feel like a princess

Who showers me with affection
Who calls me cute nicknames
Who is totally himself around me
And doesn’t play mindless love games

He should know not to smother me
And not to be controlling
He should know exactly when
He should be leading me or following

Supportive, he’s my backbone
On him I can rely
He’s always there, on the phone
Ready to laugh or cry

He gives me little presents
To make his love for me known
Nothing big, it’s the thought that counts
Maybe a letter or poem

Not afraid to show is emotions,
Not afraid to bare his soul
He shares his feelings openly
That’s my dream guy, on the whole

With him I’d always feel safe
And always know exactly where I stand.
I know a part of me is missing
Until we’re hand in hand.

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