Lyrics

Dress me up in fancy things
Why don’t you fix my hair
I’ve never been the queen of style
You know I don’t really care

Tell me about your softball game
Is right field the place to be
You roll your eyes and sigh out loud
Cause sports mean nothing to me

But I can’t wait to see you catch the ball
Every day, I pray you’ll have it all

Read me the poem you wrote last night
Show me the picture you drew
You say its not perfect, you don’t think its right
I do

You’ve never been easy to convince
You’ve challenged me all the way
I show you the sun is coming out
You tell me the sky looks gray

I can’t wait to see you catch the ball
Every day, I pray you’ll have it all

How are things with your new love
Why must the subject change
Won’t you be cold in that little dress
What if it starts to rain

Please come home before midnight
Call me if you get bored
I’ll pretend to be asleep
When I hear your key in the door

I can’t wait to hug you goodnight
Every day, I pray I’ve done things right