I Want To Be The Boy That Warms Your Mother's Hear

I want to be the boy that warms your mother's heartI'm so scared to take you awayI tried to win her over right from the startBut something always got in the wayWe've been sitting in your backyard for hoursBut she won't even come out and say hiWhile my mother baked a little cake for youAnd even dreaded when you said goodbyeWhat kind of cartwheels do I have to pull?What kind of joke should I lay on her now?I'm inclined to go finish high schoolJust to make her notice that I'm aroundWell nothing I come up with seems to workIt feels like everything I say is a lieAnd never have a felt like such a jerkI'm afraid to even open my eyesBecause I really don't want her to judge meI want to her really know who I amAnd then, and only then she will love meWell at least that was the planIf ever a boy needed a holidayIf ever a girl needed someone to holdI just hope I don't act the same wayBy the time that I get oldI never said I was the heir to a fortuneI never claimed to have any looksBut these kind of things must be importantBecause somebody ripped out my pageIn your telephone bookI want to warm her heart