Amelisa, it's May and blossoms 1957, single, but bold

I see you, belle of the ball and

hometown sweetheart, gifted

I want to tell you seize this day,

Let someone else go tend tradition,

Take what's yours

No one else can tell your fire, paint with your words,

sing with your voice,

Take what's yours



Amelia, I see you all in white and lovely, blinded, by love

And he too, is beautiful, and young, and blind

I want to tell you he's the wrong man, you'll look

Back

You were told that this is what you want, but it will hurt you

(You can't live for someone else)



But you live

For me

For me

For me



He would do things to make your life easier

but never talk to you - know you at all

You were his showpiece,

charming as you entertained all his fancies

I wish I could have seized that day and torn it

from your history

(For me)

Now it comes down to a life that might have soared

(for me)

But I can tell your fire, paint with your words,

sing with your voice

Nobody can take what's mine

From me

From me

From me

From me