| I’m trying hard not to say what I really feel
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| I wouldn’t dare to
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| Don’t want to scare you
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| The truth is I’m still afraid to say three words
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| So I sit tight-lipped
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| Let me try to spell it out
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| Not sure that I’ve got enough letters to express what I’m trying to say to you
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| I’m holding out for the triple word score
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| But I’m sure that nothing could be better than me and you
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| So baby for now it’s less than four
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| If I counted all the twenty-five cent words
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| I could use to woo you I’d be bankrupt and at a loss for words
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| If I only could work up the nerve to be honest and courageous
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| I wouldn’t have to spell it out
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| Not sure that I’ve got enough letters to express what I’m trying to say to you
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| I’m holding out for the triple word score
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| But I’m sure that nothing could be better than me and you
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| So baby for now it’s less than four
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| Your smile I do attest
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| I’d be hard-pressed to dare protest
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| Your wiles I must confess
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| Albeit reluctantly they get the best of me
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| Not sure that I’ve got enough letters to express what I’m trying to say to you
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| I’m holding out for the triple word score
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| But I’m sure that nothing could be better than me and you
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| So baby for now it’s less than four |