I Want to Believe

Hey pretty girl remember me, I saw you at the mall
I was working at the Pizza-O-Rama, you were with your mom
Do you wanna go out with me, cause we would dance all night
You could have a real good time with Mr. Me on your side
Shirley, I want to believe
Won't you believe in me
Remember Mr. Rogers' class, you were standing at the door
You winked your eye, I was surprised, my books fell on the floor
At the cafeteria once again, you passed with your friends
And for the first time ever I could smell your perfume in the air
And the day I called for the notes you had, well, that was just a lie
I just wanted to talk to you, and dream that you were mine