(D. Dickers)
I could write a symphony
or kill you with stupidity
your eyes the wouldn't even blink
I'm not your type of man I think
I'd gladly give my heart to you
but I don't think you want me to
cos thinking's all I ever did
and actin' like a little kid
And if you could see me now
it would surely help to ease the pain
somehow
and if I would call your name
would you smile and walk away
or be askin' me to stay
If shyness was a prize to wear
then I would be a millionaire
our love is like a picture book
there's nothing you can do but look
So I don't want to break the ice
cos watching you is twice as nice
but nothing in the way you do
is givin' me the slightest clue
And if you could see me now
It would surely help to ease the pain
Somehow
and if I would call your name
would you smile and walk away
or be askin' me to stay
And if you could see me now
and if I would call your name
and if you could see me now
