When He Sees Me

I stick with real things Usually facts and figures When information's in its place, I minimize the guessing game Guess what? What? I don't like guessing games, or when I feel things Before I know the feelings How am I supposed to operate if I'm just tossed around by fate? Like on an unexpected date With a stranger who might talk too fast Or ask me questions about myself before I've decided that He can ask me questions about myself, he might sit too close Or call the waiter by his first name, or eat Oreos But eat the cookie before the cream, but what scares me the most What scares me the most Is what if, when he sees me What if he doesn't like it? What if he runs the other way and I can't hide from it? What happens then? If, when he knows me, he's only disappointed? What if I give myself away to only get it given back? I couldn't live with that (How can you live with that?) So, I'm just fine inside my shell-shaped mind This way I get the best view So that when he sees me I want him to Dawn, don't you think you're being a little — I mean, maybe, just a tad — I'm not defensive! I'm simply being cautious I can't risk reckless dating due to my miscalculating While a certain suitor stands in line I've seen in movies, most made for television You cannot be too careful when it comes to sharing your life I could end up a miserable wife! Sorry, girls But he could be criminal! Some sort of psychopath who escaped from an institution Somewhere where they don't have girls He could have masterminded some way to find me He could be colorblind! How untrustworthy is that? He could be less than kind Or even worse, he could be very nice, have lovely eyes And make me laugh, come out of hiding What do I do with that? Oh, God What if, when he sees me, I like him and he knows it? What if he opens up a door and I can't close it? What happens then? If, when he holds me, my heart is set in motion? I'm not prepared for that, I'm scared of breaking open But still, I can't help from hoping To find someone to talk to Who likes the way I am Someone who, when he sees me Wants to, again