I feel foolish
Can't you see?
Yes I'm staring at my shoes
Praying that you'll choose
Little old me

I feel foolish
Can't you tell?
Yes I'm speaking made up words
All because you sir
Put me in a spell

And over time I've realized
I need to stare in to your eyes
If you are gonna see the real me
But over time I've realized that
That requires some compromise
Tween confidence and diffidence and me

So I'll feel foolish
Yes I will
Until I can meet your gaze
Speak a simple phrase
But that demands some skill

So practice I will
And before you know it
Say goodbye to my aloofness
I won't feel so foolish anymore