You got
me caught, in all this mess.
i guess, we can blame it on the rain.
My pain is knowing i can't have you.
Tell me- does she look at you the way i do?
Try to understand the words you say and
the way you move. Does she get the same
big rush when you go in for a hug and
your cheeks brush?
Tell me, am i crazy? I am i
crazy?
blame it on the rain-he is
we
