There you go again, sideways glance, Tripped on nothing, “oh oops”—sure you did, champ. Drop a “maybe”—I bite, you smirk, Then hide that smile like you’re “not that kind of girl” (right). Is that the game, or do you just like playing safe? Buy a dress for tomorrow, “probably won’t fit,” Send a snap, caption: “guess I’ll wear black.” Spin in the mirror, text: “Is this too much?” As if you don’t know you make half this town blush. (Keep acting surprised, it’s a good bit.) So try not to blush, but you will You toss your hair, roll your eyes, but still— You want the looks, you want the tease Drop the act, get over here, and please: Let me see you flail, you’re so damn cute I’ll raise my brow, but you know the truth You’re only shy when the lights are on— But you’re the one humming that siren song “Maybe not,” you whisper, glued to your phone Voice trailing off, but you wanna be shown “Don’t look at me”—light’s on, door’s not closed A tease, a riot, riot in bloom— But I swear you’re hottest just laughing alone in your room So try not to blush, but you will Pretend you don’t notice, but you know you still Like being caught, like being seen Queen of the game, and I’m just the scene Flail all you want—swear, I’m a fan I’ll be over here, eyebrow raised, beer in hand No need to pretend you don’t want the view— Just be you, weird and beautiful and awkward and true
