When I look at him my words just fly away
Butterflies in my stomach, but nothing to say
My mouth gets dry; my eyes have no tears to cry
Been through many hurts and pains
Who says this one won’t be the same?

When he smiles in brightens up my day
When he looks at me those butterflies fly away
What does he want, is the question in my head?
But putting it off because of what might be said

I say to myself tomorrow, tomorrow, tomorrow’s the day
It comes so fast I just want to hide away.
And to myself I say tomorrow, tomorrow, tomorrow’s the day
To find out what he might say.