| I stick with real things
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| Usually facts and figures
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| When information’s in its place
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| I minimize the guessing game
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| Guess what?
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| What?
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| I don’t like guessing games
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| Or when I feel things
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| Before I know the feelings
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| How am I supposed to operate
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| If I’m just tossed around by fate?
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| Like on an unexpected date?
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| With a stranger who might talk too fast
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| Or ask me questions about myself
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| Before I’ve decided that
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| He can ask me questions about myself
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| He might sit too close
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| Or call the waiter by his first name
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| Or eat Oreos
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| But eat the cookie before the cream?
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| But what scares me the most
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| What scares me the most
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| Is what if when he sees me, what if he doesn’t like it?
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| What if he runs the other way and I can’t hide from it?
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| What happens then?
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| If when he knows me, he’s only disappointed?
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| What if I give myself away, to only get it given back?
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| I couldn’t live with that
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| So, I’m just fine, inside my shell-shaped mind
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| This way I get the best view
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| So that when he sees me, I want him to
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| Dawn, don’t you think you’re being a little, I mean maybe just a tad--
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| I’m not defensive!
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| I’m simply being cautious
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| I can’t risk reckless dating
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| Due to my miscalculating
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| Why a certain suitor stands in line
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| I’ve seen in movies
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| Most made for television
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| You cannot be too careful
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| When it comes to sharing your life
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| I could end up a miserable wife
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| Sorry girls
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| But he could be criminal, some sort of psychopath
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| Who escaped from an institution
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| Somewhere where they don’t have girls
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| He could have masterminded some way to find me
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| He could be colorblind
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| How untrustworthy is that
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| He could be less than kind
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| Or even worse he could be very nice, have lovely eyes
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| And make me laugh, come out of hiding
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| What do I do with that?
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| Oh, God
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| What if when he sees me
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| I like him and he knows it?
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| What if he opens up a door
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| And I can’t close it?
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| What happens then?
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| If when he holds me
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| My heart is set in motion
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| I’m not prepared for that
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| I’m scared of breaking open
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| But still I can’t help from hoping
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| To find someone to talk to
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| Who likes the way I am
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| Someone who when he sees me
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| Wants to again |