How lovely you look, lying by pool.
Others stare at you also, don't they?
They daydream about you, they pray
For you to subject them to your ridicule.
I try so very hard to keep my cool.
I try to think of something great to say.
But then you stand up and walk away,
Leaving me feeling like a fool.
My imagination struck again:
Where is my sense of reality?
Someone like me has no chance
With you. That I even begin
To think it is such vanity.
You'd not even give me a glance.