| I time my day and plan my route for a glimpse of your shoes
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| But I do not see if you see me
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| I stare at the floor as you move through the door
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| But I won’t suffer at all if I don’t catch your eye
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| And there’s no chance of this with all your fingers in pies
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| So you don’t see anything, anything, honey
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| And I don’t feel anything, anything, anything
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| And on my way each day I think of all the things I could say
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| To make you see how nice I can be
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| But then you come my way and I’ve nothing to say
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| But I won’t suffer if I don’t say anything bad
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| So I’ll keep my mouth closed though it’s making me sad
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| And you don’t hear anything, anything, honey
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| And I don’t feel anything, anything
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| But if I touched your hand would you understand
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| That it’s me that you need, while I wait patiently?
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| But I won’t suffer if I keep my hands to myself
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| Though you’re slipping away while I’m nailed to the shelf
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| And you could have anyone, anyone, honey
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| You’ll probably have everyone, everyone, honey
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| While I dream of only one, only one, only one |