Think So

I don’t really know what you’re like
I don’t even know your name
I only see you now and again
But every time I feel the same
I can’t even get to talk to you
Cos I don’t know none of your friends
So I can’t get to tell you how I feel
And it’s driving me right round the bend.

Should ya?
Would ya?
Could ya fall in love with me?
Shan’t ya?
Aren’t ya?
Can’t ya see you’re meant for me?

I think so. Think so.
And it’s the only thing that I know.
I think so. Think so.
And it’s perfectly plain to see
That you were meant for me.