pretty, if the sun won't shine, i'll be coming up to meet you, i'll be there to make you mine.. pretty, if the rain will pour, i'll be knocking at your window, i'll be begging you for more. it's as if you've come along too soon.. and i'm trying to fit you in but i can't seem to find the room. cutie, if it all falls through, we can piece it back together, i can learn to trust you too. you're just, to good, to lose and i can't refuse, so don't make me choose between the two. i'm better in here in my atmosphere.. don't you know who you are? you're my shooting star..