I been pacing forty five mins
Shes has me waiting
I'm doing that don't **** on yourself dance
Till finally the door swings open
Standing in a towel with the water running
Tells me to hurry she still needs to shower
As I wash my hands I catch a glimpse of me in the mirror
Walk out with my head down so she don't see my eyes
I act busy as she does her make up
Trying hard not to stare
So beautiful
This is to hard
By the time she's done the closest is empty
Clothes cover the bed
When she ask how do I look
I whisper gorgeous as I drop my head
Now I'm locked in the bathroom
Asking myself what went wrong
Nothing hurts more then watching her get ready when I know it's not me she's getting ready for