A page out of a book

I see your wonderful face.  That beautiful smile, that wakes me more than a cup of coffee.

You have no idea what you do to me.  All I want to do is meet you, to get to know a wonderful person.  Just be friends with a wonderful person.  Just to be liked by a wonderful person.

I just want a chance to meet you, to bump into you and help you with your books.  To open a door and get a little smile.  I slight chance to tell you how I feel.  All I need is a little bit of a chance.

You walk so high, you talk so bright, I tall everyone makes you seem.  I hardly think I would be able to reach you, to be as stunning you are.  I just need a chance.

I worked it all out in my mind, what I'll say, how you'll respond.  I just want to have a chance to make you smile, I promise I would try.  I could never see you frown.  I just need a chance.

Once chance, I know what to say. One moment to say what I feel inside.  My heart races, my lungs freeze.  I see you coming down the street, I get so nervous, I can make you happy. I just need a chance.

So nervous, so nervous I am, you looked in my eyes and I crapped my pants.  I just need one more chance.

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