I Have the Room Above

No lover more impetuous than I

Would say, say or know the reason why

But when I get my chance

I let my chance go by

I have the room above her

She doesn't know I love her

How could she know I love her

Sitting in her room below?

Sitting in her room below

How could she dream

How far a dream could go?

Sometimes we meet, she smiles in awe

Her smile's divine, it's such a treat

To hear her say

"Hasn't the weather been fine?"

I blush and stammer badly

My heart is beating madly

Then she goes into her room

Ah, she smiles, oh her smile's divine

It's such a treat to hear her say

"Hasn't the weather been fine?"

I blush and stammer badly

My heart is beating madly

Then she goes into her room

And I go sadly up to mine