This time I drop down on my knee
To ask if you’ll please marry me
You keep staring over my head
Seem deaf to the words that I’ve said
I know I fall short of your personal standards
Don’t rate with you any way as a real man does
Come on, don’t pretend you don’t know what I’m saying
Don’t tell me you think all I’m doing is praying
I know that you’re waiting for anyone better
I’m gonna need knee pads if this goes on forever
So I know I score less than chopped liver
On that ranked list of guys you’d consider
I’ll just beg till I rise in your eyes on that chart
Do whatever it takes to win over your heart
Ignore how you laugh when you hear what I speak
Stand up taller no matter how my legs grow weak
Come on, Love, be kind, pick me up with a “yes”
Get me up on my feet, though I may be a pest
Stop sad history repeating before time expires
Get inside this church before the pastor retires
Lanning Lee 