What is she doing here?
She looks so out of place.
Blond flowing hair.
Bright blue eyes.
Charming face.
I could say hello—risk disgrace.
We've never spoken, but,
I have an idea about her taste.
There's no debate,
Every second spent waiting is a waste.
Ray ban frames on the bridge of her nose.
Not "four eyes," she looks cute—
She knows.
Decisions, decisions.
I have tunnel vision.
I want to approach—
I'm a man on a mission.
I catch her eye,
As she walks by.
Come on, guy,
Just say hi.
You've gotta try.
Just say hi.
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