| If I came up to you |
| And asked you to dance with me |
| Would you be my partner? |
| Partner, pa, pa, partner |
| I’d like to talk to you |
| But whenever I try to |
| All that comes out is bla-bla |
| Blah blah, bluh, bluh, blah blah |
| The minute you walked into the room |
| The butterflies in my stomach broke out of their cocoons |
| Normally I got a quick type of witty style |
| But your pretty smile got me feeling like a little child |
| Unable to formulate phrases |
| Unable to remember even what my own name is |
| Oh yeah, sorry it’s Wax |
| Around you I find it hard to relax |
| You bombard me with maximum levels of attraction |
| I’m asking myself to maintain composure |
| Overreacting to the picturesque view I’m seeing. |
| It’d be impossible for me to look at you as just another human being |
| When it seems you were sewn, from royal oats |
| Any male co-workers you have are some spoiled folks |
| Seein you every day |
| Are they hiring here’s my resume but anyway. |
| If I came up to you |
| And asked you to dance with me |
| Would you be my partner? |
| Partner, pa, pa, partner |
| I’d like to talk to you |
| But whenever I try to |
| All that comes out is bla-bla |
| Blah blah, bluh, bluh, blah blah |
| I’ve seen pretty women before but this is overkill |
| Just one look impairs my basic motor skills |
| Walking like I got two left feet |
| Looking like I’m drunk but I’m only two becks deep |
| Simple questions are unanswerable |
| And the hard truth becomes much less durable |
| How can I tell you that I’m working at a grocery store |
| You’ve probably dated stock brokers before |
| You looking just like Penelope Cruz |
| I ought to interrupt your conversation like developing news |
| I mean what do I have to hypothetically lose |
| Worst case scenario is you yell at me and tell me to move |
| And I can handle rejection |
| I just can’t handle one step in your direction |
| But for now I won’t disturb you |
| Maybe after a few shots I’ll get the nerves to |
| I can see the future when she’s all mine |
| I can see a wedding and kids, the whole nine |
| I can picture us on a honeymoon laughing |
| Walking on the beach I can hear the waves crashing |
| I can see the next fifty years in a flash |
| I can see our grandkids playing in the grass |
| I think I made a crystal ball out of a pint glass |
| Bout to let the opportunity of a life pass |