I've got his picture. It's on my dresser. Right next to my bed. He doesn't know me. But I sure know him. I can't get him out of my head. Chorus:. (Talk to him?). No No !. I haven't even tried. He doesn't even know that I'm alive. He doesn't even know that I'm alive. I got his number I call him up. Just to hear him say "hello". And when he answers I always hang up. Ooh that boy scares me so. Repeat Chorus. Someday I'll find the nerve. To talk to him and stop acting so reserved. I told myself "Girl you gotta change". 'Cause nothing ventured is noting gained. Late last evening I dropped on by. Just to see if he was home. And when he opened the door. I could have died. There we were all alone. (Talk to him?). I said "excuse me I thought my friend lived here". Well he doesn't even know that I'm alive. (He doesn't know that I'm alive). He doesn't even know that I'm alive. He doesn't even know that I'm alive. (He doesn't know that I'm alive). He doesn't even know. (He doesn't know). I'm alive. No No No No. Noo No No No No. (Haaaa!). No No No No. No No No No