In my food, there's a boy Making girls breathless Serving tea down on 39th Street And today, even though it may seem hopeless I'll go down on my stumbling feet And ask him out again And if tonight turns into this perfect tonight That has a little mercy on my soul And if the moon just lights up his deadly smile It's gonna take a lot of manners to stop me from this But still his precious birthday cake I'm so ashamed, I am weak What a big failure Couldn't speak, couldn't feel my own tongue I'm such a fool, what can I say But today, trust me I will do a little better this time And ask him out again And if tonight turns into this perfect tonight That has a little mercy on my soul And if the moon just lights up his deadly smile It's gonna take a lot of manners to stop me from this But still his precious birthday cake Only given to someone special, please And if tonight turns into this perfect tonight That has a little mercy on my soul And if the moon just lights up his deadly smile It's gonna take a lot of manners to stop me from this But still his precious birthday cake In my hood, there's a boy making girls breathless