Last night was a thriller, was a killer, was a [bad word] good time.

I met a pretty girl and I wanted to make her mine.

So I took her for a walk and [bad word]  that girl could talk.

But talked about all the pretty things and all the [bad word] things

and all the little things that fall between.

And oh, pretty girl,

I know that I just met you,

But I might just dare to say

That I love you.

And oh, sweet perfection,

Won't you hear my one confession?

I've been lost, but dear, I'm found.

I've been lookin' for a girl just like you:

You got words to say, but no point to prove.

You got me and that's enough for you,

And girl, I got you.

I've been lookin' for a heart that's [bad word] 

So satisfied with the little things.

I got you and that's enough for me,

So girl, can't ya see

That you and me

Could be so free

And live happy?

So take my hand and [bad word] 

And oh, pretty girl,

I know that I just met you,

But I might just dare to say

That I love you.

And oh, sweet perfection,

Won't you hear my one confession?

I've been lost, but dear, I'm found.

But Dear, I'm found.