I saw a boy the other day
When our eyes met, I looked away
Is this why I’m so afraid?
I’m not ashamed of who I am
But I feel as if, you know you’re better…

I feel as if, you know I'm scared
You think it's wrong, and I agree
But you're so sweet and tall, naughty and nice
Why is it me, you must entice?

This is wrong.