I can't explain this lately
I never even tried to talk to that girl
I throw a smile when she walks by
Thinkin' it should bring her into my world.
But I know thats not enough,
Shes a diamond I can't touch,
But i just dont have the guts
But im thinkin'
Maybe she'll appreciate
A compilation on a tape
Of songs that illustrate what I'm feelin'.
Oo, I did it again,
I made her a mixtape.
She don't even know my name.
I don't want to be friends,
Don't want to make that mistake.
I'm hoping that she feel the same.
Oo, I did it again,
I made her a mixtape.
She don't even know my name.
I don't want to be friends,
Don't want to make that mistake.
I'm hopin that she feels the same.
I must be crazy,
It's the third time this week
That I left her a CD.
She prabably thinks that I'm a creep.
I want to tell her what's up,
I want to tell her so much.
Her friends are looking like
"What's this guys problem?"
I need some men to fuck up,
Shes always making me blush.
She knows that I got a crush,
And I'm trippin'
And so it's just gonna' go
The only way it ever goes,
It goes, it goes, it goes now.
Oo, I did it again,
I made her a mixtape.
She don't even know my name.
I don't want to be friends,
Don't want to make that mistake.
I'm hopin' that she feels the same.
Oo, I did it again,
I made her a mixtape.
She don't even know my name.
I don't want to be friends,
Don't want to make that mistake.
I'm hopin' that she feels the same.
. . .
I can't explain this lately.
I never even tried to talk to that girl.
I throw a smile when she walks by,
Thinkin' it should bring her into my world.
But I know thats not enough,
Shes a diamond I cant touch.
And I just don't have the guts,
But I'm thinkin'
Maybe she'll appreciate a compilation on a tape
Of songs that illustate what i'm feeling.
Oo, I did it again,
I made her a mixtape.
She don't even know my name.
I don't want to be friends,
Don't want to make that mistake.
I'm hopin' that she feels the same.
Oo, I did it again,
I made her a mixtape.
She don't even know my name.
I don't want to be friends,
Don't want to make that mistake.
I'm hopin' that she feels the same.
. . .
I'm hopin' that she feels the same.
. . .