I'm afraid of your abbility
To read me like a book,
And I don't believe,
There is small possibility
That you''ll take a fancy to me.
So I look forward, and go straight
To you with my open heart.
I'll be glad to make you happy,
Even for just one night.
It's easy for you to think
Several moves ahead.
But I can only stick
My neck out. May be that
Is my chance? And one day
You'll speak kindly of me.