I’ve got a crush on you
It ways down on my chest
You’ve got such perfect shoes
Your hair’s a perfect mess

I’ve seen you with your friends
I’ve watched you through a telescope lens

I’ve watched the way you move
but I’ve never heard you talk
I’m a voyeur when it comes to you
I dream about popping your cork

It sounds silly when I type it out
but being silly is my speciality
It sounds needy when I write it down
Don’t even know you
but I’d like to climb in bed with you

I just need one more drink
to get the courage to talk to you
Already too drunk to think
I’ve got a feeling of Deja Vu

Leave it till another time