Spotted in the crowd, see me now

holding a guitar I cannot play

I bought it today

because I saw the music notes of your tattoo

He has one too and now you

wonder how I knew the way

to where you work when you didn’t say

I’m not staying just stopping through

Just so I can stare at you cause he sees me too

I want you and its not hyper-sexuality

Nothing wrong, just a song

You in me is temporarily fine

I’m in his  mind

and its not nymphomania you see

How could it be, there is strategy

Listen to my song

This is war…

I love him so much and I’ll do anything to get his attention…

Even you

So smile at me some more

And invite me in for beer

no fear

Its all a part of a little plan

to make your best friend become my man

And tell him how I done you wrong

I sang a song of love called this is war

I pulled a siren and a slut and remind you of his mom so much cause I know

He loves her and he’ll understand

when I show up at his door, guitar in hand

tears streaming down my face

shirt open to the waist

wanting nothing more but to give the guitar away

since I know he plays

and we will sit in the moonlight singing songs that I know he likes

I’ve listened to him sing before tonight

and the memory of your warnings will fade away…

so tonight please let me stay…

What do you say?

This is war,

Let me in

This is war, 

I know he is your friend

but I love him more than you ever could

or should

In the mean time I make you a man

And you will help me win his hand…

Let  me in.