Oh my
Every time with those perfect lines
And turns of phrase
That turn my head her way
But I kick up dust in frustration because
I can't muster what I need to say
She's why
Lately I'm reduced to goofy smiles
And that alone deserves a word of thanks
But a forest's worth of crumpled paper is what's
Come of writing what I need to say
I guess I could tell her I love her
But that borders on the absurd
The haste could make this crush a smother
And make love a 4-letter word
Turnaround 2:
I guess I could tell her I love her
But chattering teeth keep me mute
Could these clammy hands give her comfort
And does she find stuttering cute
Oh I'll
Throw the towel on the mat tonight
But tomorrow is my laundry day
The rise of the sun brings another round one
In the fight for all I need to say
I'll stick to my guns take my shot if it comes
Fully aimed with all I need to say

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