She throws me a slow high-five
And turns to the gloomy corridor.
She's rushing to someplace I know not of,
Her friends join her and oh her jolly!
Why don't you fall for me?
I wish to ask....
I then realise we've been friends,
For just a day or two
"See you around," she says, and I have to depart.

This stupid whimsical heart I have
He is still getting used to,
Her nuances and this sudden sweet blush.
He stammers and shivers
He stops and stares like a child!
Why don't you be with me the way you are with others?
I wish to ask....
I then realise we've been friends
For just a day or two
"See you around," she says, and I have to depart.

Of all the jokes Heart plays on me,
Her three words,
Would be the worst or the best!
But I wonder what would her three words be,
"See you around" or.....