I see her weekly, she is so pretty.
The morning sun makes her face glow.
There's something about her I'm trying to figure.
It is something I don't know. Could she be into girls?
Well, I hope not. If I'm not what she wants,
I'll try to make her want me. What is she looking for?
Is it even or odds? I should maybe just ask her.

I see her weekly, she never sees me.
I try and try, how can it be?
There's something about her, maybe her laughter.
And I fell for the mystery. Could she be into girls?
Well, I hope she is.