That Would Be Fine

Will she call on Sunday to say she wants to see me? I can't wait 'til I see her again Could she ever love me? Could she ever love me? Because that would be fine My mind is distracted I cannot pin it down What's and if's and but's and maybe's Why's and where's and how's Could she ever love me? Could she ever love me? That would be fine There should be some kind of compensation For the man who does not have a clue There should be some kind of situation Where she might see just who I could be given time Given chance, given her romancing me And there goes another Saturday night Just thinking of her Could she ever love me? Could she ever love me? Because that would be fine