I take your hand you offer it to me
I follow you through the streets
I wonder is this what its all about
Same thing over and over
Meeting someone but never feeling nothing
You are handsome you look great
But inside Im feeling nothing
Just another soul in my life for the day
Maybe you like me maybe you don't
Maybe Im a prick and i need to be slapped
But regardless you arent doing it for me
I laugh at your jokes I smile at your gestures
This can't be right can it?
Maybe its your clothes
Or the way you comb your hair
Maybe it's what you say
Maybe you try and charm me to much
You always have the right thing to say
You're boring me please step aside
Is he next in line?
