Fear grips me by the throat
As I ordered my root beer float
Bonny girl behind the counter
Scared to ask her number in this encounter
She seemed quick to judge
I, a mountain of terror, did not budge
The girl sweeps past me with a wink
I'll find the courage to ask her; I think
As I ordered my root beer float
Bonny girl behind the counter
Scared to ask her number in this encounter
She seemed quick to judge
I, a mountain of terror, did not budge
The girl sweeps past me with a wink
I'll find the courage to ask her; I think
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