Ruffling my hair
i step out the door
i glance in the mirror...
i feel like a *****
but i know i look gorgeous
and hope to attract
the gaze of a certain
young guy in black
but when i first see you
as my jaw hits the floor
your tall handsome figure
leaning there on the door
you glance, and you smile
you give me a wink
but then you look away
and i feel my heart sink
why can\\\'t you see what i see
when i see my reflection?
innocence...beauty...
a sense of direction
I\\\'ve cried softly for hours
wondering what to do
to get you to see me
the way i see you.
