All In A mUdDl3

There isn't many things to say
Or many things to do
I wouldn't know just where to start
To even speak to you

I probably couldn't phrase it
The words would not come out
And even if I knew them
They'd muddle all about

My feet would start to fidget
My hands would twist and turn
The thought of having feeling
Would make my stomach churn

My eyes won't know where to look
And neither will my face
Ill sit and stand and move about
And giggle just in case

And then I might just realise
That all these things I do
Make me remember after all this time
That I'm still in love with you