• It was funny this little suprise
    Of the stars i see in your eyes
    The grace in her walk
    Or the flow of her walk
    Then you have me who can hardly speak
    Her very presence makes me weak
    For its in her being that i see
    A woman lovely...

    Different than most yet more beautiful still
    When she looks at me my heart goes a thrill
    And once I pass within that door
    My ability to speak is no more
    For something impeads as if it were fate
    I've no guts to ask her for a date...

    So here I sit pondering my road
    With both forks leading to my hearts desire
    Yet I do not move cause I've no courage to goad
    Though each failed attempt earns me my ire
    My heart she has stolen
    For all that I am or have a chance to be
    My eyes portrait sullen
    I'd be content if she noticed me...