It must be so obvious
When I am around you.
Obvious by the way I play with my hair
Stumbling over every word I say.
I try to be so perfect
And I find myself questioning
If you could ever truly be interested in me.
What am I suppose to do?
What am I suppose to say?
As I'm pulling at my hair
Trying to keep it straight.
When you are around
I try to keep my cool
Not wanting the secret to get out
About how I truly feel for you.
What am I to say?
What am I to do?
As I'm pulling on my hair
Trying to keep it striaght.
It must be so obvious
When I am around you.