You can take my hand. In fact that dress looks nice on you. You blush, I can tell it’s not often someone’s this nice to you. Shame that I’m just playing and don’t really find you different from any other girl I’ve said this too. You’re beautiful though. I really do mean it. I’ll spend my pay cheque on you, and give you butterflies. You’ll stay up all night thinking about me, smiling, thinking I feel the same. Sometimes I forget your name. You think we’re something special, I know. Little do you know. I feel like I should feel bad, but I just don’t.
