She's a perfect girl, living in my world
And she's reaching her arms out to touch me
Why do I back away?
She's a perfect girl, black hair up in curls
And I'm only inches out of her reach
Why do I act this way?
Why can't I just work up the courage to say what's on my mind?
My insecurities gave her the wrong idea this time
She's a perfect girl, living in my world
The next time she reaches out to touch me
I'll still back away
When that perfect girl tells me I rock her world
I won't try to force up any glee
I'll have this to say (SAY!!!!):
