Hey you over there?
You've probably noticed me, I'm the one that likes to stare.
My palms are sweaty legs like jelly don't think I could walk,
Over there to you and start to talk.
I don't even know what I would say,
I'm so nervous I'd probably stutter and just come out with hey.
You would look at me and think he is a handsome guy, but come over here and talk to me I wish you'd try.
The end of the night draws near and will I ever see you again I start to fear.
So here goes nothing I pluck up the strength, and go to you with upmost intent.
My trip is cut short and now my brain is screaming abort abort!!!
You take the hand of another man,
Hold on a minute, that wasn't the plan.
He gives you a kiss as you walk out the door,
He is probably good to you but I can give you more.
Oh we'll it just wasn't meant to be,
Back to the drawing board my half full glass and me.