I pretend not to notice her,
As she looks at me from afar.
Though I’m well aware,
Though I know she’s watching.
Maybe she don’t have any idea
How adorable looking she is,
How I try to suppress a smile
Every time I see her hiding.
I should approach her.
I should talk to her.
I should tell her I think she’s cute,
Can I; could I, I’m lost for words.
That has been the case for so long,
Although I don’t wish for it to go on,
All I can do is argue with myself –
Can I, could I possibly ask her out?
Why am I even shy,
When she obviously like me?
Why do I even weigh things,
Why do I over-think?
It would have been nice, if I bumped into her.
It would have been nice if she tripped and fall,
Cause by then it would have been so easy to ask,
Can I, could I possibly hold your hands?