I suppose that I should count my blessings 

For a young thing my world is not too bad 

Got a window, a place with a pillow and a friend or two 

But ever since I saw his face that morning 

Nothing else has got the same summer sheen 

Will he notice my eyes have got so lonely? 

He may not be the one but I want him for my own and I know 



I am not good at not getting what I want 



Maybe I sound like a spoilt baby 

But I know that there are some who have it all 

I want to join them, to feel that glow around me 

I want him more each day ?cos he never looks my way and I know 



I am not good at not getting what I want 



If we ever found ourselves together 

I can promise I will love you every day 

But I've a feeling seeing is believing 

You never look my way so I want you more than I can say