I’m consistently the most dressed up but not the best looking
I’m a waste of space with sport & I fail at cooking
But you chose me, you chose me, you chose me
I’m not the jealous type but I’m getting jealous
Cause you’re the perfect sort of guy which makes me nervous
And you chose me, you chose me, you chose me

I want this to be Beauty And The Beast
I want Sense And Sensibility
I want Notting Hill, As Good As It Gets and Sleepless In Seattle
There’s not a thing I Hate About You
I’m Clueless, you’re high IQ
And I’ll never be cast for a romance movie
But after all that baby
You chose me

I tend to over-analyse and take things to heart
You’re always playing the rock while I’m falling apart
But you chose me, you chose me, you chose me

I want the Titanic deck scene
I want While You Were Sleeping
I want She’s All That, The Bodyguard and Something About Mary
I want Groundhog Day, One Fine Day
Dammit I want You’ve Got Mail
But I’d never be cast for a romance movie
And after all that baby
You chose me

With my procrastinations
Me, with my Starbucks addiction
Me with my old laptop that barely stays awake
And my dam chipped nails
Me, with my odd collections
Me, with my irrational spending
Me, with my piles of language books
And apparent lack of multi-lingual ability
Me, you chose me