I walk in the room and shake your hand
I only know I want to be friends
She sits down and says hello
That's the point I think I've got to go…I said I’ve got to go.
You say “it’s hard looking this good”
I take one look at you and I know I could
There's no time to cry, no time to fret
I caught your eye; you said I'm sorry about that…you said I’m sorry about that.
I've heard you bowl quite a mean game
Special shoes and a ball the same
There's one thing I know, one thing I've said
How do you keep looking so mean?
I want to be on your team…