Song To Bobby

I wanna tell you I've always wanted to tell you But I never had the chance to say What I feel in my heart from the beginning 'til my dying day I was fifteen, sixteen maybe In the park, I was waving my arms You were wet with sweat And you sang the song that I was screaming I wanted you, too Another time was in South Carolina It's always been the third encore Whose wind came blowing in Can you tell me who were you singing for? Oh my God, can you tell me who you were singing to? A phone call from your New York City office You were supposedly asking to see me And how I wanted to tell you That I was just only four hundred miles away Who could believe that you were calling? I was in D.C. I was four hundred miles behind Backstage pass in my hand Giving you my heart was my plan, I wish I could tell you My chance In the middle of the stadium in Paris, France Can I finally tell you? Can I finally tell you To be my man? April in Paris, can I see you? Can you please be my man?