I'm on the scene but my prophecy
Is telling me that I won't succeed
I won't get up
Or walk to you
Cause I really am nervous to talk to you
You look so pretty in the dance floor light
I guess I could
I guess I might come talk to you
But I probably won't
My self esteem is too low
You're making me nervous
So I don't wanna talk to you no
My tummy is turning
So I'm not gonna talk to you no
Flip the script
I'm feeling sick
Gonna walk over act super slick
I check the time
It's half past nine
It's the perfect time
To let my dance moves shine
But I'm not that great
I'm not that good
Not even top ten in my neighbourhood
I think to myself: man what's the point?
You're gonna go home with some other boy
You're making me nervous
So I don't wanna talk to you no
My tummy is turning
So I'm not gonna talk to you no
You're making me nervous
So I don't wanna talk to you no
My tummy is turning
So I'm not gonna talk to you no
(You make nervous baby!)
(I make you nervous?)
(Way too nervous!)
(Well if only you'd come talk to me, I think you're cute!)
(You think I'm cute? Well that just makes me more nervous!)