You're on the phone with your girlfriend shes upset
Shes going off about something that you said
'Cuz she doesn't get your humor like i do
I'm in the room it's a typical Tuesday night
I'm listening to the kind of music she doesn't like
and sh'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 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 you
You belong with me
You belong with me
Walkin' 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