She smiles,
She smiles
She smiles even though we’ve never met.
I don’t know what to say.
My chest flutters, my palms are wet
I think that…
I think that…
I think that I’m afraid
Woah, Wo-o-oah
What is Happening?

She walks,
She walks,
She walks into the class, sits on my row
I can’t resist her style
I Look up, my eyes stay low
I feel it
I feel it
I feel she likes me when she smiles
Woah, Wo-o-oah
What is Happening?

If she’s in the room, I’m filled with her mood
I catch my breath, new feelings intrude
She touches my hand, asks to borrow my pen.
A magic spell is drawing me in

I want
I want
I want to hear her whispering my name
I dream of things we do
As our spark flares into flame
I know
I know
I know I don’t know if she dreams it too
Woah, Wo-o-oah
What is Happening?

If she’s not there, I start to feel scared
The next day she’s back without a care
She catches my eye and flashes her grin
A magic spell is drawing me in

I wish
I wish
I wish I knew she felt the same way.
Her smile must be the clue
She gives it to me everyday
And I’m afraid
I’m afraid
I’m afraid it just might be true…
Oh no, oh no
What is Happening?

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