Meantime Girl

On a Monday afternoon
I'm stopped at a light on the boulevard
I'm looking 'round the faces in the other cars
and there's a cute girl looking back at me
the light's about to change
I know this is a little strange
but in the meantime
she will be my girl
in the meantime
I promise her the world
in the meantime
I'm hers and she is mine
I finally find the perfect girl
and I am pressed for time
in the meantime
I turn on the radio
just looking for a song and I drift away
the light is still a ruby red
as the music plays
and I keep hoping she just looks my way
she finally does and smiles at me
and I want so bad to ask her please
in the meantime
will you be my girl
in the meantime
I promise you the world
in the meantime
I'm yours and you are mine
ya I finally find the perfect girl
and I am pressed for time
in the meantime
she pulls away
there goes my girl but she made my day
ya I'll see you in another lifetime
but if you don't mind
you don't mind
in the meantime ya yeah
you will be my girl
in the meantime
I promised you the world
in the meantime
I'm yours and you are mine
be my meantime girl
be my meantime girl oh oooooh
be my meantime girl yeah
be my meantime girl yeah
you know you wanna
be my meantime girl
you know you wanna
be my meantime girl yeah
you know you wanna
be my meantime girl

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