Gabin

If you want me baby show me a sign
Begun to think about you all the time
‘Cause I can tell that your tastes are refined
In matters of food, aesthetics and wine
Oh, you’re a natural at everything you do
Quick reflexes and you’re witty, too
Not too vain but with a certain style
And to top it all off you’ve got that goofy smile
Sideways glaces while you take a peek
Don’t you tell me that you scare so easily
Must be shyness, well, now isn’t that sweet
But go and throw caution to the wind
For you, I put on my brand new dress
Just short and low enough to make you guess
Make sure you’re always sitting on my left