I know that look…
What’s her name?

Becca,
But I call her bexy
If you saw her you’d know why,
The girls so sexy

I can’t believe she’s actually mine
The sun goes up and down with me wondering why me
What’s so special?
There must be like a million other boys just like me

Boys who could look after her better
Who have more money
And be out with her
Dressed from head to toe in Nike

Who instead of having credit once a month
Can afford it daily
And buy her the most expensive jewellery
To make her look even more pretty

Guys who are at work with good paying jobs
While I stay at home watching TV
I mean my self esteem isn’t rock bottom
But I mean why me particularly

Is it the way I treat her?
…maybe
Do I love her?
Definitely 

So I just try taking it one breath at a time
While in the background hoping we’ll eventually marry
And trying to stop telling little white lies
So my future wife will be able to trust me

I’m trying hard not to spoil it
But every time I open my eyes I see temptation calls me
Especially late at night
When I’m cold and lonely

And that girl I haven’t spoken to for ages
Has just texted me
With all that’s at stake
It’s enough to make you crazy

To this day I haven’t texted back
Because of my conscience maybe
I love Bexy
But it boosts my confidence slightly

And I say I haven’t texted back
But it hasn’t been easy
Late at night
Every male on earth feels kind of horny

And add the girl references to the things I said before
And I doubt its any real mystery
Why the sun goes up and down with me wondering
Why Me?