I know I didn't speak to you last night (I was too shy to talk) butn when I npassed you I thoughtn'Maybe this might be the time to spend a little time with you'.nI wanted to tell you just how much I liked that song, though I known you're nnot a singer you showed such style with the microphone. Wanted to findn out nwhat really makes you tick, but I never really gave myself the chance,n no nno.nnAnd I don't want to seem mysterious, I just don't want to make itn obvious nthat I could picture something good between us two.nAnd now I'm glad my shoes squeak so you could hear my footsteps on the nstreet -nFollow me home, we could talk all night long about everything that'sn under nthis old sun.nnDid I get your intentions wrong every time that you smiled at me acrossn the nroom.nMaybe I'm just foolish thinking that you might want more than this, butnI always want what I cannot have.nnAnd I don't want to seem mysterious, I just don't want to make itn obvious nthat I could picture something good between us two.nAnd now I'm glad my shoes squeak so you could hear my footsteps on the nstreet -nFollow me home, we could talk all night long about everything that'sn ever nbothered you.nnYou walked out of my sight: when I turned left, well, you turned right,n and nI'd been hoping you'd be going my waynCause they're turning out the street-lights as the bars shut up theirn doors nfor this nightnAnd I'm walking these damp pavements alone.nnAnd I don't want to seem mysterious, I just don't want to make itn obvious nthat I could picture something good between us two.nAnd now I'm glad my shoes squeak so you could hear my footsteps on the nstreet -nFollow me home, we could talk all night long about your whole lifen before nyou met me.nnI'm hoping you'll hear these words then maybe you'd come across and wen could ngive this homeward walk another trynnCause I don't want to seem mysterious, I just don't want to make itn obvious nthat I could picture something good between us two.nAnd now I'm glad my shoes squeak so you could hear my footsteps on the nstreet -nFollow me home, we could talk all night longnThen maybe you could kiss me come dawn.