She’s a bubble that I thought of by now would have exploded
She’s a puzzle that I cannot grip the thing can’t be sorted
I’m a mystery and I am me and I don’t have an idea
There’s all these puzzles that need to disappear.
Should I take a walk with her and give it a go
But what if it’s rejection and she don’t wanna know
Any chance explaining why I’m thinking of her
Every time I do it it’s an internal war.
Do I see a reason for wanting to know her
Yes I do I love her and do I need to say more
Does she share this feeling of wanting to know me
I’m captured by her everything and I don’t want free…
She looks then we talk and then laugh
Explain what’s wrong
We look at each other and something is strong…
Then I see everything is wrong.
I look at her and she looks at me and I’m tingling
What is this meant to be what am I thinking
There’s always that tingle when I’m talking to her
I try to look smooth but my head is a blur.