i can still get nervous when i talk to youneven though we've dated for a year or twonevery time i stare i notice something newnand abandon all hopes of impressing youni struggle with the words that i've always knownni get self-conscious of my voice on the telephonenyou tell me how you love me every night before bednand i turn out the lights as my face turns rednnsometimes it's hard to stay still nwhen you're moving close to menmy eyes they open widernmore color in my cheeksni'm usually so pale until you mess with my heartbeatnyou turn me rednturning red ni'm turning rednnmy hands still get sweaty when you're holding themnmy clothes feel kind of tight although i'm sure they fitnwhen we go out at night sometimes i wish we'd stayed inni feel like everyone is thinking what's she doing with himnnevery date feels like the first onenand i can't wait 'til we meetn(keep?) my feet under the table when we sit down to eatni don't know how to ask you will you come home with me?ni'm turning rednturning redni'm turning rednnsometimes it's hard to stay stillnwhen you're moving close to menmy eyes they open widernmore color in my cheeksni'm usually so pale until you mess with my heartbeatni'm turning rednturning red ni'm turning rednni love it when you're playfulnyou tease me constantlynyou're surprisingly insightful when you embarrass menand you can feel safe in my armsnbut safe's not what i neednyou turn me rednturning redni'm turning red