Every night I stand there in the crowd and watch him playing So turned on by his love song that I wish he only knew If he played me like he played his old guitar he's always strumming Ran his fingers through my hair I'd play a love song too. If he looked up for a moment then I know he'd realise See me there and read the message written in my eyes If he played me like he played that old guitar he's always strumming And ran his fingers through my hair I'd play a love song too.