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