COUNT THE WAYS Written by A.J. Croce, Croce Publishing (ASCAP) He says I love you with the speed of light He won't get to hold her tight It's such a valiant try He'll have to learn to say goodbye Did she hear what he just said I thought I say her turning red I think the blush was only hype Cause I can see he's not her type But she lives for his attention And for her love he prays He says he loves her too much to mention She said count the ways One cause you're good to hold Two for your heart of gold Three don't you see the way I feel Four for the perfect time Five for you will be mine Six can't you see my love is real The pendulum swung The jury's hung The verdict's out of sight But he don't care about judgment He's just trying to be polite And so she's waiting by Al Bell's inventions Thinking of his good intentions If he called her on the phone She wouldn't have to be alone As she wanders off to sleep The telephone rings The codaphone beeps She says leave your number at the tone I'll call you back when I get home