When He Sees Me Waitress Song Lyrics

I stick with real things
Usually facts and figures
When information’s in its place
I minimize the guessing game

Guess what? (What?)
I don’t like guessing games
Or when I feel things
Before I know the feelings
How am I supposed to operate
If I’m just tossed around by fate?

Like on an unexpected date?
With a stranger who might talk too fast
Or ask me questions about myself
Before I’ve decided that
He can ask me questions about myself
He might sit too close
Or call the waiter by his first name

Or eat Oreos
But eat the cookie before the cream
But what scares me the most
What scares me the most
Is what if when he sees me
What if he doesn’t like it?

What if he runs the other way and I can’t hide from it?
What happens then?
If when he knows me, he’s only disappointed?
What if I give myself away, to only get it given back?
I couldn’t live with that (how do you live with that?)
So, I’m just fine, inside my shell-shaped mind

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This way I get the best view
So that when he sees me, I want him too
Dawn, don’t you think you’re being a little, I mean maybe just a tad
I’m not defensive!
I’m simply being cautious

I can’t risk reckless dating
Due to my miscalculating why
A certain suitor stands in line
I’ve seen in movies
Most made for television

You cannot be too careful
When it comes to sharing your life
I could end up a miserable wife
Sorry girls, but he could be criminal
Some sort of psychopath
Who escaped from an institution

Somewhere where they don’t have girls
He could have masterminded some way to find me
He could be color blind
How untrustworthy is that?
He could be less than kind
Or even worse, he could be very nice, have lovely eyes
And make me laugh, come out of hiding
What do I do with that?
Oh, God

What if when he sees me
I like him and he knows it?
What if he opens up a door
And I can’t close it? (What if you only open up?)
What happens then?

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If when he holds me
My heart is set in motion
I’m not prepared for that
I’m scared of breaking open (what if you only open up?)
But still I can’t help from hoping (in hope for love?)

To find someone to talk to
Who likes the way I am
Someone who when he sees me
Wants to again