Lonely girl standing in the aisle. Sees a boy and she smiles. He hears her laughter, sees the bright green eyes. Doesn\'t want to tell her that she\'s not his style. Each day passes. Her love for him it grows. Only his heart is beaten no love for her shows. She won\'t lose hope. She won\'t lose faith, for maybe something\'s there. She won\'t let go of what she\'s got. Her love has already grown.