holding hands

i bet that if you'd just let me walk with you ... through the park

and innocently pick at the loose piece of string at the end of your coat lapelle 

that i could get you to let me hold your hand ... eventually 

that if you'd just let me open your car door before i open mine

whether you're driving, directing, or just along for the ride

one long strong stare into your eyes

i bet i could give you butterflies

because to be honest

you make my heart flit a little bit

when i see you, it beats just a tad faster than normal

i call it paranormal

extraterrestrial

bet its correctional

the edit>undo to my typo

the Presidents' executive pardon to my guilty verdict

the trampoline to my highwire fall

and you don't even know it

won't ever even know it

because i'm too scared of the feeling i'll i'd feel if you say no

were i ask you to hold your hand