The way I see it. Things have changed. It's better for me now. And it all began on a summer day. When the rain was pouring down. You sent my way a smile. And I can't forget just how wet you are. And of you. Of you. And on and on. That summer day just took it slow. I remember every sway of your body and everywhere you go. We sat on a corner and I got to know you good. And the afternoon. Yeah it's for you. Its all for you. But I could've been somebody. But I was just a body for you. Yeah I could've been the king of many things. But now I'm not cause of you. And the things you do. I hear the rhythm of your shoes. What was a dream. Changed quickly. Here I am months later. I'm staring out of this window. Looking for your face. I mean I know I know that we met at the place. Oh but it's got to change. I mean it's got be real. I can't believe that afternoon couldn't be real. But the days go by. And months too. And I'm staring. And the nights go slowly too. But I'm staring. I'm staring for you. Yeah them things you do. Oh I could've been the king of many things. But now I'm not cause of you. Yeah I could've been somebody. But I was just a body for you. I hear the things you do. I hate the rhythm of your shoes. Can it be. That it was only you and me. On a street somewhere. That can never be. I mean I fell in love. The second you caught my eye. And how many time do that happen in your life. I mean how many times. And I won't forget you. But how could you. I mean the afternoon in the park. Was something that I'd never do. And here I am. Just looking for you. Out a window. In the city. I'm looking for you. Them things you do. I love the things you do. Oh I could've been the king of many things. Now I'm not cause of you. Yeah I could've been somebody. But I was just a body for you. Ohhhhh I could've been the king of many things. Of many things many things. Yeah I could've been somebody. But I just a body for you. I hear the that thing you do. I hate the rhythm of your shoes. It follow you. I hate the rhythm of your shoes. I hate the rhythm of your shoes