I wasn’t expecting it to be so formal
Just a dinner out with you
My shoes are coated in the disco grime from the last weekend two
I’m feeling well out of my league
What your wearings got me weak
And as I try to speak I st st stutter
You you you well you got something
And I I I want more
Trying to be on my best behavior to stop this going wrong
Do do do you like friends
You could be my Rachel to my Ross
Robin to Ted, Jim to Pam
Provided I don’t fuck this up
And I’ll
Be the one
In the rain
When in it comes
If you take a chance
And run
And run
And run
It’s probably meant to be more complex
Than just enjoying time with you
Cup half full I'm fumbling comments
It’s hot in the fucking room
My skins on fire with my foot in my mouth
Sweaty this is about to go south
You just smile and say you're nervous too
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