When He Sees Me

I stick with real things

Usually facts and figures

When information's in its place

I minimize the guessing game

Guess what? (What?)

I don't like guessing games

Or when I feel things

Before I know the feelings

How am I supposed to operate

If I'm just tossed around by fate?

Like on an unexpected date?

With a stranger who might talk too fast

Or ask me questions about myself

Before I've decided that

He can ask me questions about myself

He might sit too close

Or call the waiter by his first name

Or eat Oreos

But eat the cookie before the cream

But what scares me the most

What scares me the most

Is what if when he sees me

What if he doesn't like it?

What if he runs the other way and I can't hide from it?

What happens then?

If when he knows me, he's only disappointed?

What if I give myself away, to only get it given back?

I couldn't live with that (how do you live with that?)

So, I'm just fine, inside my shell-shaped mind

This way I get the best view

So that when he sees me, I want him too

Dawn, don't you think you're being a little, I mean maybe just a tad

I'm not defensive!

I'm simply being cautious

I can't risk reckless dating

Due to my miscalculating why

A certain suitor stands in line

I've seen in movies

Most made for television

You cannot be too careful

When it comes to sharing your life

I could end up a miserable wife

Sorry girls, but he could be criminal

Some sort of psychopath

Who escaped from an institution

Somewhere where they don't have girls

He could have masterminded some way to find me

He could be color blind

How untrustworthy is that?

He could be less than kind

Or even worse, he could be very nice, have lovely eyes