There is a beautiful girl who I  go to bed with everynight.
When I look into her eyes, I wonder what she is thinking about.
Is she thinking about me?
Then I remember she is just a picture on a phone
A girl I saw walking down the street
Did she notice me?
She was walking with a another man.
I have been waiting to see her again.
To see if she will look at me like she did with him.
Then I remember I am just a man without phone or even a bed.
You are just a girl who I keep a picture of inside my head.