at night I lay awake and think  
how lucky I must be  
that I have found a boyfrend   
to love a guy like me  
I'm as akward as I am spastic  
and I worry all the time  
but he loves me anyway  
despite all my faulty lines  
When we talk we sit and flirt  
sometimes we do nothing  
but none of that really matters  
only smiles and laughter  
and on the days he's not around  
I just sit around and think  
what is it we will talk about next  
will he turn me on  
will we play some silly game  
or say hello for hours on  
but at night I lay awake and and think  
how lucky it is I am  
because one thing I know our love is not  
it is not a sham