By Arista  Arista@hotmail.com
Date: 5 October 1997

Locked In

You pretend not to notice me, 
But I know you really do,
While looking out the window, 
I happen to be in your view.

Don't act as if you're really that shy,
Can't you see I find you-wherever you go,
Though try as I might to hide from you,
I know that you know that I know that you know.

Be a gent, and ask me to dance,
Hold me closer than close,
So that I'll fall into your trance,
(Although I'm not sure)
Maybe it'll be sweeter than before.

I only want one thing from you,
And that's taht you'll say you like me lots too. 




To Brian--you're so sweet--call me soon