Dear Suzy,
I know it seems kinda strange
that I'm writing instead of
talking to you in person.
I just feel it's the only way
to make my point without you trying
to change the subject all the time.
You're sixteen now.
But we've been goin' out quite a while.
I swear, I'm never gonna leave you.
I love you so much.
I know you love me too.
I just think it's time to prove it.
We're not kids anymore.
We're probably the only teenage couple in the world
still just holding hands and making out in the movies.
Everyone's starting to talk.
Besides, I really don't see what's the big deal.
All our friends do it.
Just because they do
doesn't mean that I will do.
I don't care what they say.
Well, this is just between me and you.
Try and understand
that I think we should take our time.
Since we first began,
this has always been on my mind.
I'm just not ready
for this kind of relationship
I think we should take it slow.
Oh, boy, let's not rush in.
If you don't agree with me,
I guess it means the end.
Please don't try persuading me,
'cause, boy, I won't give in.
If you can respect me when I tell you, boy,
that I'm not ready, that will show (that will show)
that you're for real (that you're for real).
If you don't respect me when I tell you, boy,
that I'm not ready, I will know (I will know)
you don't care how I feel.
You tell me that you love me so
and that you'll never let me go (never let me go).
But for sure, boy, we can never know.
Please don't be that way.
Swore you were different from the rest.
There's nothing you can say
that will make me go against my wishes.
I'm just not ready
for this kind of relationship.
Just think we should take it slow
and we should not rush in.
If you won't agree with me,
I'm sure this is the end.
And don't try to persuade me,
'cause, boy, I won't, no, I won't give in.
(Will you respect me when I tell you, boy...)
Will you respect me when I tell you...
Will you respect me when I tell you, boy...
...I'm not ready?