you take brief looks at me, all the time, really it's so obvious
you smile at me, you seem to like me, well do you?
you keep asking me how I'm doing, everyday, you really show interest
you always imply how pretty I am, day and night, with and without makeup
you give me hints that you'd like to meet up with me, yet you never ask straight
your eyes reveal the desire you feel for me, but your words say otherwise
you give me presents, but always tell me to keep it a secret
you drive me crazy, but you know that I can't be mad at you
you make me feel like I'm on top of the world, but why don't you admit it?
tell me, do you love me?
or at least like me?
or do you play every girl like that?