I sit at lunch feeling an ichy stare
praying it's not an evil glare
I look up towards your table to see
that your the one looking at me
I smile and blush unsure of what to do
what I do next is stare at my shoe
I wonder if I'll ever talk to you
or sit quietly pretending to chew
Thoughts of you run rampant in my mind
everyone tells me your very kind
Someday I'll talk to you
right now it's my nervs I must break through
You know my friends we all can see
now it's time for you to know me.
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