She's a perfect girl, living in my world And she's reaching her arms out to touch me Why do I back away? She's a perfect girl, black hair up in curls And I'm only inches out of her reach Why do I act this way? Why can't I just work up the courage to say what's on my mind? My insecurities gave her the wrong idea this time She's a perfect girl, living in my world The next time she reaches out to touch me I'll still back away When that perfect girl tells me I rock her world I won't try to force up any glee I'll have this to say (SAY!!!!): Will you leave me alone? Will you depart? Just go