You drive a pick-up truck, you crack me up
When you're drinking from your favorite coffee cup
You light a cigarette up
And rave about the flick you just watched last night
You got a ribbon in your hair
You're kicking back in your daddy's easy chair
You bitch about your part time job that
Your mama made you get if you're gonna live in her house
But do you ever wonder
Âbout giving me your number
Or just the time of day?
Beverly, you're killing me with all the things you do to me
Like the way you roll your eyes from across the room
You don't even know I wanna be your Romeo
Beverly
You're such a flirt
I wanna see you dance in my oversized Islander hockey shirt
And I'd love to wait up
Just to find out if your day went alright
You got your belly button pierced
You haven't seen your parents that mad in the last 2 years
And that hip tattoo is what I love about you
They can't take that away from you
But do you ever wonder
'bout giving me your number
Or just the time of day?
Beverly, you're killing me with all the things you do to me
Like the way you look at me from across the room
You don't even know I wanna be your Romeo
And serenade outside your window,
till your daddy chases me away
Beverly
We could stay up late
And talk all night till you fall asleep
Lay the phone beside your pillow
I hear you breathe
If only for a moment
It's more than enough for me
Beverly
But then I stop and wonder
If I asked you for your number
Would you turn and walk away
Beverly
Beverly, you're killing me with all the things you do to me
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