Sort of smiled, sort of kissed me Then blushed and ran away, I thought that he would miss me Sort of dreamed he washed me over With multicolor poster paints and love And I stood drenched from head to toe And said, "well I don't really know" Is this all that I want in my life Someone to say he's sort of mine Is this all that I want one more time And if it is... Sort of thought, that he'd be waiting Well, nevermind, I know the effort he'd be making Sort of dreamed of someone better Who'd justify my kisses with his love And I stood there basking in that glow And said, "well I don't really know" Is this all that I want in my life Someone to say he's sort of mine Is this all that I want one more time And if it is, then why? He's so fine He's sort of mine