i can't talk to you.  I can't even look at you.
sunglasses cover your eyes, and you're wearing headphones
I'm thinking,
As I walk by

why are you hiding from me?
i promise not to judge...much.
"Maybe..."
you're curious, too, but afraid to show it, and that's why you hide.


who are you?
i want to get to know you a little.
"Maybe..."
we would hit it off.  You could be the girl of my dreams.

how will I ever know?
i'm too courteous to invade your privacy.
"No."
You just don't want me to see you.  It's not even sunny out here, and you're wearing sunglasses.