Texty: One Dollar Short. Other. Girl Song.

I saw your face across the crowded room,
And I knew you were the one for me,
I saw your face across the crowded room,
And I believed in destiny....

I just want to your name,
I'm not trying to play any kind of game.
I just want to ask you out,
Please give me the benefit of the doubt.

Every time I see you I think I've died,
I'd hate to think I never even tried.
Asking girls out is supposed to a breeze,
But every time I'm near you,
I get weak at the knees.

Why oh why, am I so afraid of you?
Why oh why, do I do the stupid things I do?