(verse) I tell her she’s so fun. Who compares? No one. She smiles, birds sing. She asks, I’ll do anything. But there’s a caveat, slight thing almost forgot. Not too proud to admit, the one thing once you say you can’t un-say it: (chorus) When I say ‘I love you,’ she may be the last to know. A dumb cuss concussed could plainly see it, but won’t hear me state it so. My devotion’s so clear. I’m a head-lighted dear. Whenever she’s near me, I just can’t address her, adding all new pressure. I’m not pushing words that I probably should say. Don’t wanna mess with a good thing. (verse) Mistakes I’ve made, the scars don’t fade. Best to play it safe, a mute ‘tude saves face. If I broke down, gave the full rundown, said ‘You are so adored,” I’d have to have days left and close to death’s door. (chorus) When I say ‘I love you,’ she may be the last to know. A dumb cuss concussed could plainly see it, but won’t hear me state it so. It’s on the top of my mind, but I always find that I’m trapped in a bind. I just can’t address her, adding all new pressure. I’m not pushing words I probably should say. Don’t wanna mess with a good thing now.
