A Letter to Robbie

I never thought I would be a fan,
Supposed to be wise enough.
It's such a nonsense to love a man
Because of the way he laughs
And sings with charming and magic voice
And looks sincere from the screen
I realize that I've got no choice
But just fall in love with him

Rob, what's the matter with me?
Why don't your songs set me free?
Say, how you can’t understand
You've got my heart in your hand

And when I try to kiss my boyfriend
Your face appears beside,
Wherever I go on this broad land
My soul keeps your songs inside.
You look at me from walls in my room
The posters are smart and wide
You smile like a beautiful happy groom
There's no way to be your bride.

Rob, what's the matter with me?
Why don't your songs set me free?
Say, how you can’t understand
You've got my heart in your hand

You live in Britain, it's very far
From place, where my house stands
There's no chance to see you, you're a star
But I dream to come hold your hand
And my love flies through countries and laws
Which separate our minds
I love you like nobody does, what for?
I know you'll never be mine