I Suppose That I Should Count My Blessings

For A Young Thing My World Is Not Too Bad

Got A Window, A Place With A Pillow And A Friend Or Two

But Ever Since I Saw His Face That Morning

Nothing Else Has Got The Same Summer Sheen

Will He Notice My Eyes Have Got So Lonely?

He May Not Be The One But I Want Him For My Own And I Know



I Am Not Good At Not Getting What I Want



Maybe I Sound Like A Spoilt Baby

But I Know That There Are Some Who Have It All

I Want To Join Them, To Feel That Glow Around Me

I Want Him More Each Day ?cos He Never Looks My Way And I Know



I Am Not Good At Not Getting What I Want



If We Ever Found Ourselves Together

I Can Promise I Will Love You Every Day

But I've A Feeling Seeing Is Believing

You Never Look My Way So I Want You More Than I Can Say