Why could I not speak?
You're not so unique.
My eyes stayed on the floor.
I make a little suggestion,
Before I pop the question.
But I was far too out my face.
I was out my face.
'It's the first time in ages I've actually had the guts to ask,
But I'm feeling particularly confident tonight, if you know what I mean.
But that's the thing - You don't know what I mean.
The reason I fancy you in the first place is is the same reason we won't get on,
You're just not into it. I mean, you're cute and you're innocent
And you're nice and all that, but you barely even drink.'
No meeting was I granted.
But now the seed's been planted.
And now you're in the know.
Too steaming too impress.
Not a know, not quite a yes.
You ask if that's okay.
I suppose it's okay.