Flirting

I smile, and make a bad joke,

just as I always do.

I’m one of the guys-to me,

to him, to (well) everyone.

That’s how I’ve made myself,

and I don’t mind.

But you see...

I have a bit of a secret.

‘Cause really, I’m in

Love

(Love)

LOVE

-But I don’t want him to know.

How embarrassing would that be?