[Amélie] I could stay right here And give back the boy his book But if I stay right here He'll think that I'm a nun And I am not a nun He'll think that I am chaste And I am not that chaste
Or I could run away Leave his book on the shelf by the lube and the lingerie But that means it's over Whatever this is, and I Really think I should wait Though it's hard to articulate why
Or I Could stay right here And shake this habit off Just stay right here and say hello And say my name Say: Here's your book And: What a place And: Hey, let's keep in touch But that's way too much
It's hard to go unseen At least in this instance with so little distance between Me and the boy and his book and the shop and the– wow! I take a step to get out but my feet forget how
Now it's me Just me against the door This isn't what I thought Although I think I want some more
But not right now Now I need to go I'm not finished with the boy– I mean the book! So I will hold him– hold it 'til tomorrow
