I could be trembling when I talk to you.
I could be making up all sorts of things that are not true.
I could tell a half truth, but I cannot tell a lie.
I could tell a story that is ten feet high.

[Chorus]
My stomach flutters, and I feel sometimes ashamed;
I’m a castle with broken shutters
And this is not a guessing game.

I could make a plea so that you and I could be we,
And I could say, “Oh, it’s a must that you and I should be us.”
All the answers I could guess, and you would be so so impressed,
But, I would never get a “yes,” ‘cause I have not the guts to guess.

[Chorus]

I could be listening, but this is not a guessing game.
I’d guess all the answers, but this is not the same.
I could be trembling, I could be afraid.
I could be wallowing, wallowing when you think I’ve got it made

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