Showing up to work, unsure what the day would bring
She was walking to the same place as me
Our eyes briefly meet before she hurried off
As I signed in she kept walking, confidently
That’s what I noticed, more than her beauty
the way she carries herself, confident and free
She is tall and skinny, with long brown hair
I'm already wondering what our lives could be
She works in the wardrobe department
I’m just an extra, I waited patiently to see
When my turn came, I used any excuse I could
To ask a question, to get her to notice me
She was kind and confident
Our exchange was brief; I’m not worthy
I have a thing for confident women, yet
Her strength and presence caused me to flee
As I sat there waiting to work
She was running around, up and down, who is she?
I can’t see her face, stupid masks
Somehow, I still knew, nothing could hide her beauty
Stop staring, don’t be creepy
I couldn't help myself, I wanted to see
vintage Diana Ross t-shirt, short shorts, and Jordans
Everything about her was fascinating to me
I dreamed of learning more, her likes and dislikes,
I want to know everything, I am her devotee
Stop staring, don’t be creepy
I can’t scare her off already
The day came and went, I never got my chance
No name, no number, will she even remember me?
I hope I'll see her again, if so, I’ll be ready
I need to be a better man, a man who is worthy
If we do meet again I will take a chance
For better or for worse, who knows if it's meant to be
Stop staring, don’t be creepy
Don’t come on too strong, with hope and glee
The day went by as a blur
The only thing I can remember is her
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