How can I explain how I feel I'm like a little kid running at her
heel She's giving me looks like she thinks I'm a snappy dresser How can I
tell what I should plan I've never kissed a girl or held her hand She's
waiting for me to move, I've got to impress her
I play guitar in a
mainstream band I've got three red jackets and a Fender jazz I've got
Charlie Parker's autograph The girl I moved with's turned up on
grass
She moved her seat next to mine But I'm just playing for
time I ain't got the guts to let her see the real me My confidence eroded
away Over hearing what children say So I'm trying to make myself seem
more appealing
I know your man is in to playing jazz bass I tried
that myself but I need more space Like to soar and fly like the big
Birdman When I met him last week he shook my hand
Every lie I tell
weaves another spell, another road that ends up blind The Bird that shook my
hand was a wanted man, I think you knew that all the time
I came so
close to having you for me But I lost you in the fantasy I pretended to
myself that you were mine already You waited but deep in your eyes You
were watching me so wordly wise Then you changed the subject and talked
about going steady
I've got 200 records and a big hi-fi I sit and
listen to Ella and Basey all night I played modern jazz of every
variety You could come and listen but we close tonight
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