Oh, not again!
I looked at you, and you saw me.
I look away.
I look back almost instantly.
So immature.
I can't believe I'm fully grown.
I'm paralysed.
My eyes are acting on their own.

It's like a scab I shouldn't pick.
It's like the blood I shouldn't lick.
It must be magic or a real good trick.
You cut me to the quick.

I look again.
You catch me with my eyes on you.
But then again,
I gotta wonder who caught who.
There's promise here,
But what comes next, what can I say?
We've met before,
But I've not felt this 'till today.

It's like a scab I shouldn't pick.
It's like the blood I shouldn't lick.
It must be magic or a real good trick.
You cut me to the quick.

The moment's gone.
Since then, we've nevermore met eyes.
It's up to me
To figure out what this implies.
Guess you're involved.
I know I'm nothing much to see.
And I'm absolved.
Thank god you're not in love with me!

It's like a scab I shouldn't pick.
It's like the blood I shouldn't lick.
It must be magic or a real good trick.
You cut me to the quick.
It's like a scab I shouldn't pick.
It's like the blood I shouldn't lick.
Your smile hits me like a brick,
And when I see you I feel sick
You cut me to the quick.

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