You Belong With Me, Taylor Swift.

You're on the phone with your girlfriend, she's upset, she's going off about something that you said, she doesn't get your humor like I do... I'm in my room it's a typical tuesday night, I'm listening to the kind of music she doesn't like, she'll never know your story like I do... But she wears short skirts, I wear t-shirts. She's cheer captain, and I'm on the bleachers, dreaming about the day when you wake up and find that what you're looking for has been here the whole time. If you could see, that I'm the one who understands you, been here all along, so why can't you see me? You belong with me. Walking the streets, with you and your worn out jeans, I can't help thinking this is how it ought to be, laughing on a park bench thinking to myself... Hey, isn't this easy?

And you've got a smile that could light up this whole town, I haven't seen it in awhile since she brought you down, you say you're fine, I know you better than that... Hey, what are you doing with a girl like that?
But she wears high heels, I wear sneakers, she's cheer captain. I'm on the bleachers dreaming about the day when you wake up and find that what you're looking for has been here the whole time...

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If you could see that I'm the one, who understands you, been here all along so why can't you see, you belong with me! Standing by and waiting at your backdoor, all this time... How could you not know, baby? You belong with me, you belong with me.