I'm not a guy for the first sight -
average looking, average height.
I never liked to dress up -
some worn out jeans and my shirt of luck.
I rather read than talk, talk, talk -
instead of dancing I like to walk.
When it got serious
I used to go
but you had me at hello!
Now I hang around you all night,
trying to be funny, trying to be bright.
My wardrobe is about to burst!
When it comes to dancing, I'm almost the first.
A well dressed man or just a schmock?
My tailors is rich - I'm almost bankrupt!
This is getting ridiculous…
How can I let you go?
You had me at hello!
She's leaving
but than she stops,
she's walking up to me,
kisses me on both cheeks.
I swear there was a sparkle in her eye -
now she even has me at good-bye.
How can I let you go?
You had me at hello!