I become obsessive,
the first words spoken;
"Tell me your name…"
Hey pretty girl,
what's beautiful about the day today?
Didn't the sun chase away many dreams?
Do I really love this man?
He looks at me and I don't know what he sees
"Tell me your name…"
I haven't been touching my face,
I wonder if I've changed since his hands were so close
I dream about that picture, his hands holding me…
Hey pretty girl,
It seems clouds will let you tell them where to go,
now tell them, I want us to be under a willow tree.
I've become obsessed,
who was I before his eyes looked at me?
I'm afraid to close my eyes, what if…
This man is to become mine,
there is the dream, my belonging to this man
"Tell me your name…"
I haven't faced a mirror lately,
and it's so I don't erase the smile on my face
"Pretty girl, pretty girl" he called me that, now I smile.
Hey pretty girl,
red roses are a cliché, but when I think of you
I let them have my first love's name.
I remember moments with him clearly,
It's not only my heart flattering; it's my mind being quiet too
I want to be his pretty girl.
I become obsessive,
the first words spoken;
"Tell me your name…"