Waiting on Edward
Here we sit in our leather chairs
Waiting on the man with the bronze hair...
Where is he now? Off with his singer,
Play the role of hero, and saving her halo
He protects her from rocks he protects her from chairs,
He protects her from twigs he protects her from air.
Yes she is clumsy but he dose not care,
Because to him that's just part of her flare,
We all love the brown eyed women you see,
Because only she brings out the light in he
So for him we wait though we aren't pleased because that love struck idiot's got the keys.