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Simply, knowing you exist Ain't good enough for me But asking for your telephone number Seems highly inappropriate Seeing as I can't, you don't say hi and you walk by And that time you shook my hand, it felt so nice I swear I've never felt this way about any other guy And I don't usually notice people's eyes but I conducted a plan to bump into you most accidentally But I was walking along and I bumped into you Much more heavily than I'd originally planned It was well embarrassing And I think you thought that I was a bit of a twat I just think that we'd get on Oh, I wish I could tell you face to face Instead of singing this stupid song But yeah, I just think that we might get on So, I went to that party Everyone, they're kind of arty And I was wearing this dress 'Cause I wanted to impress But I wasn't sure if I looked my best 'Cause I was so nervous But I carried on regardless Strutting through each room trying to find you And when I saw you kissing that girl My heart, it shattered and my eyes, they watered And when I tried to speak, I stuttered And my friends were like, "Whatever You'll find someone better His eyes are way to close together And we never even liked him from the start And now he's with that tart And I heard she done some really nasty stuff Down in the park with Michael" "He said she's easy And if your guy's with someone that's sleazy Then he ain't worth your time 'Cause you deserve a real nice guy" So, I proceeded to get drunk and to cry Locked myself in the toilets for the entire night Saturday night, I watched Channel 5 I particularly liked CSI I don't ever dream about you and me I don't ever make up stuff about us That would because that's insanity I don't ever drive by your house To see if you're in I don't even have an opinion On that tramp that you are still seeing I don't know your timetable I don't know your face of by heart But I must admit that there's still a part of me That thinks we might get on That we could get on, that we should get on