Why Am I Waiting
(I sit here watching the clock tick)
(Why am I waiting)
Sitting on my bed now, waiting for you to come home
Counting all the minutes, anticipating
It's about time now, you know our love is so real
Stronger than the feelings I've ever known
Why am I waiting for you
There's no time for dreaming, be true
Why am I waiting for you
Respect my love, just be there, be true
Tell me all my lonely nights, tell me
Don't wanna play your games
The way that I'm feeling
Is it just a childish time
Show me your heart, show me your mind
Baby don't be such a fool
'Cause you're treating me so cruel
Why am I waiting for you
There's no time for dreaming, be true
Why am I waiting for you
Respect my love, just be there, be true
Don't you think it's time to make it right
My love is too short to play around
Tell me that you believe in me
This is just a make believe
Baby show me your love
That is all I'm asking for
Baby I need you, baby I want you
Baby come home
Why am I waiting for you
There's no time for dreaming, be true
Why am I waiting for you
Respect my love, just be there, be true
Why am I waiting for you
There's no time for dreaming, be true
Why am I waiting for you
Respect my love, just be there, be true
Why am I waiting for you
Pack your bags and now we're through
Why am I waiting for you
'Cause I've done all I can do
Why am I waiting for you
When you can't even be true
Why am I waiting for you
I can't see why I'm waiting for you
[repeat chorus to fade]
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