Every where I look
There you are
In cars, passing in traffic, waiting
In stores, while I’m shopping
You’re always there.
I see you in the pan’s reflection
With those ice cold stares
Meeting my hot messes.
Would it be wrong to say I like you?
To myself I’ll just whisper it
So no one else would hear it.
Don’t want to throw myself at you
Excuse me, this lass has some class!
But just look my way and allow yourself to come into my view.