Oh it's sitting on the tip of my tongue
as we're quietly strolling along.
I've been meaning to tell you for so long now
that it's got me stuck in a hold somehow.
You're looking me right in the eye.
We stop still and the world rushes by.
And as I struggle to hide it inside I find that I lack the courage to tell you.
And all I can manage to say is:
"You are by far my favorite.
And I've been thinking it's about time that you knew.
That you are by far my favorite.
And I hope that I'm by far your favorite too."
You're looking at me ever so strange.
I guess it's time I should really explain.
You see I'm ever so glad that I met you now
I'm constantly being amazed at how you make all my troubles dissolve.
Every problem is easily solved.
Every kiss leaves me wanting another and my heart hits the floor when I see you.
And I feel so sure when I say that:
"You are by far my favorite.
And I've been thinking it's about time that you knew.
That you are by far my favorite.
And I hope that I'm by far your favourite too."
So will you forgive this stuttering fool?
This mess of a girl?
Oh, please don't be cruel.
'Cause you are by far my favorite.
And I've been thinking it's about time that you knew.
That you are by far my favorite.
And I hope that I'm by far your favorite too.
