Butterflies in my stomach
Scarlet hue painting my cheeks
One slip up and my plan could plummet
No retries, this is final, I've been thinking about this for weeks!

Palms moist now with nervousness
Notions in my head telling me, "This is silly, isn't it?"
I'm still practicing this in the bathroom for perfectness
Deep breaths, encouragement.

Countless broken self promises to try and pull this off just right
Doubts dispelled by the rhythm of my intense heartbeat

This is the only time, definitely the only chance
Parting my quivering lips, I try to say
"Uhm, hey, Cindy. Do you want to go to Friday night's dance?"
Denied harshly, I was, yes, however I still think about how I love Cindy to this very day.