Words back up in my mouth
And get tangled
'Hey beautiful'
'Hello beautiful'
'Hi beautiful'
and 'Holy f' and what will
You think of me now?
I can only smile and
Look at you when I think
You're watching the road
Pretty laugh, at me usually
So nervous, I can't even work
Your lighter, and what will
You think of me now?
I am a horrible leach
Who wants everything to do
With you, but I know
Hands off
As if I'd know what to do anyways
And, what will
You think of me now?
