I sneak outside
And tiptoe down the stairs
Past my sleeping parents
To keep them unaware
I grab my parka, yellow and blue
While racing to get to that somewhere
For I can hear the rains coming
And I must beat them there
I see his tall figure
A silhouette in the night
His handsome strong grace
In the shadowed moonlight
I run to meet him
For I was scared
He would not meet me
No matter how much he cared
Smiling up into his lovely face
The first drop falls As we embrace
And it begins to rain.
cute