I'm going out on a limb
gripping at empty air
hoping for a chance with
the queen unapproachable
touch of impossible
eyes of quicksilver
questioning glances
making me shiver
the thought of a chance with
a beauty like that
makes my brain twist and quiver
and my heart pitter pat
and I wonder if I have what
a girl would look for
my face isn't perfect
I might be a bore
but the chance still lingers
in front of my eyes
jump and risk falling
stand and fall away
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