I don't want to tell her anything
That's what makes it fun
To have it all said in my eyes
For me,
That's what makes it fun.

When she looks at me,
I think I see
An angel in disguise,
But whats she sees
In a guy like me
Is nothing to her delight.

But that's okay
I don't care,
To be loved is not the goal,
To have her even look at me
That's what makes it fun.