She's Coming Around I lose my confidence Whenever she's around I know her features well From photographs I've found Can't put my finger on it But I'm sure it points at me She'd just laugh if she knew My insecurities Call up Copernicus And tell him where it's at And Galileo It's true, the world's not flat 'Cause she's coming around She's coming around She brushes her hair back from her face And smiles at me A sudden wave of panic And my brain just seems to freeze Try to get it together But end up just mumbling something Dumb about the weather Instantly mortified inside I'm such a dweeb Call up Copernicus And tell him where it's at And Galileo It's true, the world's not flat 'Cause she's coming around She's coming around © 1998 John Mendenhall
