Boy in the Window Songtext
von Tess Henley

We′ve got the same taste in music,
Eclectic hall of fame on your wall.
Stevie, Prince, Bob Marley, J. Taylor,
Marc Broussard, India, I like 'em all.
I can see your favorite color is blue,
Ooo ooo ooo,
I′d like to say the same,
But mine's of a different hue.
Orange like the sunset and if that don't make sense
Baby let′s, let′s get elementary,
My color wheel is telling me we're complimentary,
So hear me now

Boy in the window,
I really think you oughta know,
That you should be the one I call my own.
When you′re gone don't know where you go,
But always there before my head hits the pillow,
We′d be a dynamic duo, but we're moving too slow
So can we get to hello?


Our eyes play tag
Catching each other looking across the way,
But this don′t have to be a game,
So let's stop the playing and start with your name.

Boy in the window,
I really think you oughta know,
That you should be the one I call my own.
When you're gone don′t know where you go,
But always there before my head hits the pillow,
We′d be a dynamic duo, but we're moving too slow
So can we get to hello?

Stop me ′fore I get too analytical,
But this is just a statement of the factual,
I think it's pretty practical,
Your favorite show is also mine,
We laugh at the same time,
Coincidences blow my mind,
Tell me that ain′t a sign.

Boy in the window,
I really think you oughta know,
That you should be the one I call my own.


Boy in the window,
I really think you oughta know,
That you should be the one I call my own.

Boy in the window,
I really think you oughta know,

That you should be the one I call my own.
When you're gone don′t know where you go,
But always there before my head hits the pillow,
We'd be a dynamic duo, but we're moving too slow

All you got to do is say hey, hey, hey, hey
All you got to do, all you got to do,
All you got to do is say hey, hey, hey, hey
All you got to do, all you got to do.