My cheeks
                               Flush red
And my knees
                                   Go weak

A school-girl
                                           Crush
On the new kid

Except this
Isn't school,
This is                       work

And my                           mind
Goes places it shouldn't
And before I know it
I'm                                          imagining
Us in the back room
Lip rings                                        entangled

I shake away the             thought
When you walk past
I try to                                          play it
                                                             Cool
But the only thing
That comes out of
                                               My mouth
Are quiet                                           stutters

Cheeks growing      redder
Knees                              weaker

Oh­, the things          you
Do to                               me

Of course
That's when
                                               She
Goes through your line
And                                             greets
you with                                              
                                                             A kiss
Of course
                Of course


How could someone
                                 Like you
Be alone
                                 Like me...?