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