I open my door and here's what occurs.

A pretty little gal with pretty little curls.

Leans to the side, leans on my mind.



I don't want to live, but I sure don't want to die.

I'm stuttering again and tellin' her goodbye.

Oh m-m-my, Goodb-b-bye



Will you come again? It's hard to say.

I surely hope so.

Will you come again? It's hard to say.

I surely hope so.



She walks up to me with something more to say.

Then hello and goodbye I hope that you're okay.

Well I'm doing fineÂ… I'm doing fine.



Will you come again? It's hard to say.

I surely hope so.

Will you come again? It's hard to say.

I surely hope so.



I wish you'd see yourself as beautiful as I see you

Why can't you see yourself as beautiful as I see you?



I open my door and this is what I see.

The hope inside a girl just looking back at me.

Ohh myÂ… GoodbyeÂ…



Will you come again? It's hard to say.

I surely hope so.

And will you come again? It's hard to say.

I surely hope so.