Will he like me when we meet?
Will the shy and quiet girl he's going to see
Be the girl that he's imagined me to be?
Will he like me?
Will he like the girl he sees?
If he doesn't, will he know enough to know
That there's more to me than I may always show?
Will he like me?
Will he know that there's a world of love
Waiting to warm him?
How I'm hoping that his eyes and ears
Won't misinform him.
Will he like me? Who can say?
How I wish that we could meet another day.
It's absurd for me to carry on this way.
I'll try not to.
Will he like me?
He's just got to.
When I am in my room alone I write
Thoughts come easily, words come fluently then.
That's how it is when I'm alone, but tonight
There's no hiding behind my paper and pen.
Will he know that there's a world of love
Waiting to warm him?
How I'm hoping that his eyes and ears
Won't misinform him.
Will he like me? I don't know.
All I know is that I'm tempted not to go.
It's insanity for me to worry so.
I'll try not to.
Will he like me?
He's just got to.
Will he like me?
Will he like me?