I wish that we had met each other at a different circumstance
Like in a restaurant when I am dining with someone else
We’d brush shoulder against each other for a second
And just when you start to come nearer, I’d beckon’
You say sorry, I stare and you glance back
But then I turn and walk away and leave it like that
Because if you ever did ask for my name or ask me out for dinner
I wouldn’t know if I could ever say no for an answer.