From the recording Pop
Lyrics
She doesn’t know
When she gets so close
She’s just talking
As she’s walking home
Picture myself
Beside her right now
Careful what I
Tell her what I’ve found
Wish she was afraid of something
Then she might hold my hand
And I’d walk her home to safety
Yeah I might meet her old man
I’m not sure what
She’s thinking of me
Some girls you know
They see everything
Does she realise
Nobody’s heard of me
I’d never say
I don’t have the words you see
Wish I knew some of those girls now
They could tell me what she’s thinking
But I’ve never had the know how
Yeah that’s the reason I’m sinking
Well I suppose she’ll be leaving here
Maybe she’ll visit just twice a year
Three times I don’t know
But I’m gonna find out
Wish she lost her balance surfing
Then she might hold my hand
And I’d pull her up to safety
And get her back to dry land
I’ll send a letter to her parents
Telling them how much I love her
They’ll invite me round for dinner
And I’ll tell them how much I care
