YOU WILL BE MY GIRL
by MR SANKA
Lyrics
INTRO — THE CONVERSATION
Late night. Room tone. A few soft piano notes.
GIRL:
Why are you looking at me like that?
BOY:
Like what?
GIRL:
Like you have something to say.
BOY:
I do.
GIRL:
Then say it.
Silence.
BOY:
I don't know when it happened...
but somewhere along the way,
you became the person I look for
in every room.
GIRL:
And what are you trying to tell me?
BOY:
That I'm tired of pretending
you're just a friend.
Piano chord.
BOY, softly:
I want you.
Deep bass enters.
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VERSE I
I tried to keep my distance,
tried to call it something else.
But every road I take
somehow brings me back to you.
It's in the little things—
the way you say my name,
the way you smile when you're nervous,
the way you stay when you could walk away.
Maybe I'm taking a chance...
But I'm tired of hiding.
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PRE-CHORUS
So if you're asking me
what I want from you—
I don't need a perfect answer.
I just need you.
Strings begin rising.
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CHORUS
YOU WILL BE MY GIRL...
Soft harmony underneath.
MY GIRL...
MY GIRL...
MY GIRL...
I'll give you every part of me
I was always too afraid to show.
YOU WILL BE MY GIRL...
And if you let me love you,
I'll never make you question
where my heart belongs.
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VERSE II
Maybe love isn't a promise
that nothing will ever break.
Maybe it's choosing someone
even when the easy days fade.
And I can't tell you
what tomorrow has prepared for us.
But tonight,
standing here with you—
I know what I want.
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BRIDGE — THE ANSWER
Everything falls away except piano.
GIRL:
And what if I'm scared?
BOY:
Then we'll be scared together.
GIRL:
What if this doesn't work?
BOY:
Then at least we were honest.
Long silence.
GIRL:
And what if it does?
He smiles.
BOY:
Then maybe...
I've finally found home.
Distant voices slowly appear.
CHOIR, barely audible:
Ooooooh...
Strings rise.
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FINAL CHORUS
Full cinematic drums, piano, strings and restrained choir.
BOY:
YOU WILL BE MY GIRL...
CHOIR:
My girl...
BOY:
MY GIRL...
MY GIRL...
MY GIRL...
CHOIR:
Ooooooh...
BOY:
And I'll hold you through the silence,
I'll stay through every storm.
YOU WILL BE MY GIRL...
CHOIR:
You will be my girl...
BOY:
If you still want me—
GIRL:
I do.
Music swells.
BOY:
Then stay.
Everything cuts.
One final piano note.
CHOIR, distant:
Ahhhhh...
END