Yeah, it's building up.
Every time you're near,
My throat goes dry,
My heart putters,
I go a little numb.

I'm starting to undress you whenever I see you,
Because I know you're doing the same thing.

You glance at me out of the corners of your eyes,
Your arm is around him, but,
Your eyes lock with mine.

I just want our lips to meet and greet,
Try to go a little bit further,
Til our clothes are alone on the ground,
And the neighbors complain of the noise.

It's just a little fantasy of mine,
I know it won't happen, though.
You're with him and that won't change.
Wait, why are you unbuttoning....