I often miss what’s going on around me
I’m known to wander, lost in my own head;
The things I see are less than those I don’t see
And most of what I see is straight ahead

That is, until the day that you walked in here
And I admired you right from the start;
A feast for starving eyes that somehow knew you
The beat that had been missing from my heart

But still, how could I help it: you were gorgeous
And I thought I’d admire you hopelessly:
Until the day I turned in your direction
And found that I’d caught you
Admiring me

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