You drive a pick-up truck, you crack me up

When you're drinking from your favorite coffee cup

You light a cigarette up

And rave about the flick you just watched last night

You got a ribbon in your hair

You're kicking back in your daddy's easy chair

You bitch about your part time job that

Your mama made you get if you're gonna live in her house



But do you ever wonder

‘bout giving me your number

Or just the time of day?



Beverly, you're killing me with all the things you do to me

Like the way you roll your eyes from across the room

You don't even know I wanna be your Romeo

Beverly



You're such a flirt

I wanna see you dance in my oversized Islander hockey shirt

And I'd love to wait up

Just to find out if your day went alright

You got your belly button pierced

You haven't seen your parents that mad in the last 2 years

And that hip tattoo is what I love about you

They can't take that away from you



But do you ever wonder

'bout giving me your number

Or just the time of day?



Beverly, you're killing me with all the things you do to me

Like the way you look at me from across the room

You don't even know I wanna be your Romeo

And serenade outside your window,

till your daddy chases me away

Beverly



We could stay up late

And talk all night till you fall asleep

Lay the phone beside your pillow

I hear you breathe

If only for a moment

It's more than enough for me

Beverly



But then I stop and wonder

If I asked you for your number

Would you turn and walk away

Beverly



Beverly, you're killing me with all the things you do to me