I’m pretty sure every girl wants to be serenaded.Â I mean, tell me you haven’t had a little dream about that whole scene of opening up the window/balcony to find your boy downstairs, singing to you with or without a guitar, with a mariachi band, or holding up his boombox.
I must say that this romantic fantasy all started for me because of Freddy of My Fair Lady.Â He was outside her house because “there’s nowhere else on earth that I would rather be”.Â I mean, seriously!Â Â Would a boy REALLY think that of me
Obviously, “On the street where you live” has become the first in many songs in my fantasy world of being serenaded.Â Along with that are these new additions.
“She” – Elvis Costello
This song gets to me since the first time I heard it in Notting Hill. The music is beautiful. His voice, fantastic. When I get to read the words, I am absolutely in love with the song.Â This is one that gives me goosebumps and gets me tearing up no matter how many times I’ve heard it before.
My favorite part:
May be the reason I survive
The why and wherefore I’m alive
The one I’ll care for through the rough in ready years
I’ll take her laughter and her tears
And make them all my souvenirs
For where she goes I’ve got to be
The meaning of my life is
“If it kills me” – Jason Mraz (acoustic)
This one of those songs I’m sure at some point in time you want to hear someone confesses to you. May be it’s just me, but finding out that you’ve always been the secret object of someone’s affection this whole time, that’s kind of sweet.
If I should be so bold
I’d ask you to hold my heart in your hand
I’d tell you from the start how I’ve longed to be your man
But I never said I would
I guess I’m gonna miss my chance again
Then again, it’s probably because nobody ever asked me out.Â LOL.Â Both of my relationships I was the one doing the asking.Â Well, you know, I’m one of those living in the moment–I have figured out what I want and I’m too impatience to wait around.
You. Here. Boyfriend. Now. Very pirate of me.
Always the one to go out and get what I want, I’m not sure I know what it’s like to be wanted first. Heh.
Well, those were mine.Â What songs do you want to hear sung under your window?