Number One
Written by: Rebecca Rosellys
Lyrics
Made it early to sleep, work up restless half past three. Lay there thinking of you, how I’m not ready to see it through.
(Chorus)
I see you at my door and I know you’re wanting more. I won’t be free to love, ’til I love number one.
Choosing something to wear, I throw some clothes on without a care.
The way you’re looking at me, I don’t feel special I’m unhappy.
(Chorus)
Choosing something to eat, I took two mouthfuls was ready to leave.
I know you’re trying so hard, I don’t feel ready to get that far.