Sort of smiled, sort of kissed me

Then blushed and ran away, I thought that he would miss me

Sort of dreamed he washed me over

With multicolor poster paints and love



And I stood drenched from head to toe

And said, "well I don't really know"



Is this all that I want in my life

Someone to say he's sort of mine

Is this all that I want one more time

And if it is...



Sort of thought, that he'd be waiting

Well, nevermind, I know the effort he'd be making

Sort of dreamed of someone better

Who'd justify my kisses with his love



And I stood there basking in that glow

And said, "well I don't really know"



Is this all that I want in my life

Someone to say he's sort of mine

Is this all that I want one more time

And if it is, then why?



He's so fine

He's sort of mine