what;s on the tip of my tongue
i'd just speak your name and sweep you away
i'd want to take you today

(but) there's a social religion
that stands as our division
so i sit and i pray
that before i get the nerve no one will take you away

ohiwish you were shy just like me
but i can't even look you in the eye
i wish you were shy
but if you were
we might never be together

i strain for your attention
can't we forget about convention
i've read all the books
please can't you read my mind
you might like what you'll find

i know i
shouldn't talk just to myself
if i
could only get past the first word
oh i don't know