Hey Meghan,...

Meg White, you're alright
In fact I think you're pretty swell, can't you tell?
Meg White, such a pretty thing
I saw your face on the cover of a magazine

Someday I'd like to take a walk with you
Maybe ride our bikes down by the seaside

Meg White, saw you on the big screen
Oh Jack was Gene but she stole the scene
Meg White, baby you're the bomb
Oh Jack is great don't get me wrong but this is your song

Someday I'd like to take a walk with you
And talk about most anything you'd like to talk about
And watch the sun going down, going down

Playing those drums is what you do, it's true
Nobody plays them quite like you do

Meg White, you're alright
In fact I think you're pretty swell, can't you tell?
Meg White, such a pretty thing
I saw your face on the cover of a magazine

Someday I'd like to take a walk with you
Maybe ride our bikes down by the seaside
To watch the sun going down, going down
Going down, going down.

-Ray LaMontagne

(hehe, found you another song... just fits you quite well, don't you think? Can't wait 'til a handsome fellow says these to you.)