| I’ve got his picture
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| It’s on my dresser
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| Right next to my bed
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| He doesn’t know me But I sure know him
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| I can’t get him out of my head, no
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| (Talk to him) No no, I haven’t even tried
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| He doesn’t even know that I’m alive… no He doesn’t even know that I’m alive
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| I got his number
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| I call him up Just to hear him say hello
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| And when he answers
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| I always hang up Ooh that thought scares me so, woah
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| (Talk to him) No, no I haven’t even tried
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| He doesn’t even know that I’m alive
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| He doesn’t even know that I’m alive… no woah
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| No no no no… Ohhhhh yeah…
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| Someday I’ll find the nerve
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| To talk to him and stop acting so reserved
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| I told myself Girl you gotta change
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| 'Cause nothing ventured is noting gained
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| Late last evening
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| I dropped on by Just to see if he was home
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| And when he opened the door
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| I could have died
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| here we were all alone
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| (Talk to him) I said Excuse me, I thought my friend lived here
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| Well he doesn’t even know that I’m alive
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| He doesn’t know that I’m alive
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| He doesn’t even know that I’m alive
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| He doesn’t even know that I’m alive… |