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Verse 1:
Oh my
Every time with those perfect lines
And turns of phrase
That turn my head her way
But I kick up dust in frustration because
I can't muster what I need to say

Verse 2:
She's why
Lately I'm reduced to goofy smiles
And that alone deserves a word of thanks
But a forest's worth of crumpled paper is what's
Come of writing what I need to say
Turnaround:
I guess I could tell her I love her
But that borders on the absurd
The haste could make this "crush" a "smother"
And make "love" a 4-letter word

Turnaround 2:
I guess I could tell her I love her
But chattering teeth keep me mute
Could these clammy hands give her comfort
And does she find stuttering cute

Verse 3:
Oh I'll
Throw the towel on the mat tonight
But tomorrow is my laundry day
The rise of the sun brings another round one
In the fight for all I need to say

I'll stick to my guns take my shot if it comes
Fully aimed with all I need to say