are you some kind of bird
because you're dancing and flapping your arms
you try to take my hands
but you forgot about your clammy palms
you were so confident with your pickup lines
you thought you were smooth as butter
but they didn't do much for me
especially when you stutter
your eye is twitching; is that a wink?
your hand crosses over to mine
but along the way you knock over your drink
this isn't the first time
you offer me your coat
when you see me getting cold
the shoulders are too broad
and truth be told
my cheeks are beginning to heat
my ears are starting to flush
i'm getting second hand embarrassment
just watching you rush
to impress me
but the schoolgirl
within, the one easily won over;
she hears all of this
and has started to stir
so though i remain mute
and squirm on your behalf
i think what you do is cute
quietly, i laugh
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