A beautiful stranger makes a pass at me
And I'm not ready.
She thirsts for the knowledge of me,
Watching closely, hungrily for my reaction
As if I should have been paying attention.
She has been warned by her conscience
And is just showing off now.
We could go through it again
But I think she's changed
Since we first saw each other.
Of course, if I make a pass at her,
I'll probably get spurned.
