Why am I wondering what she’s doing just now
Why has she never been far from my thoughts
I’m looking at the minutia of feelings
The doubting of me never stops.
She’s beautiful she’s radical and I need to hold
A living dream facing me straight in the face
I’ll ask her out tell me what have I to lose
I’m young and I’ve got it and my magic stays.
We’ve now been going out say nearly a year
I can’t believe I had so much dread in my head
I win she wins we’re now really happy
Why is it fears and doubts are wrong yet unsaid?