I don't belong here, although I wish i did

I can feel the sweat form on my brow

In this air conditioned room

Her bright green eyes attract my attention

Like headlights piercing through the gloom

There's something about those curves of hers

That makes me regress

My vocabulary suddenly disappears

As she straightens her poka-dot dress

There's something about those curls of hers

That puts me at unease

I loudly bump into a store display

Distracted by her colored sleeves

There's something about that ponytail of hers

As it bops with her every step

Never being with a girl like this

Is something I'll have to accept

Beautiful girls make me nervous

I could never explain why

Maybe because I don't know how to talk to them

Maybe because I'm not their type of guy

Even after our eyes just met

I choose to walk by

Beautiful girls make me nervous

I could never explain why