Silly little things
It’s a silly little thing
The way I want him
The way I wish I didn’t
And wouldn’t it just be grand
If it weren’t wrong
For me to want him.
And I’m just a silly little girl
Who always wants
What she can’t have
And he’s a silly little boy
Who I’m positive
Wants me too.
But there are these two
Silly little details
That I …
Gosh I shouldn’t think like this
When I say details
I mean people
There’s a guy
And there’s a girl
And their silly little feelings
Which really aren’t so silly
Would get hurt.
And I don’t want to hurt anyone.
I’ve done enough hurting.
I’ve been on the receiving end
And on the giving end
Of pain lately
And neither side
Is a side I’m proud to be on.
But I can’t help imagining
The way his lips would taste?
Or where he would put his hands
When he kisses me?