The Chicken Fat Waltz

I time my day and plan my route for a glimpse of your shoes
But I do not see if you see me
I stare at the floor as you move through the door

But I won’t suffer at all if I don’t catch your eye
And there’s no chance of this with all your fingers in pies

So you don’t see anything, anything, honey
And I don’t feel anything, anything, anything

And on my way each day I think of all the things I could say
To make you see how nice I can be
But then you come my way and I’ve nothing to say

But I won’t suffer if I don’t say anything bad
So I’ll keep my mouth closed though it’s making me sad

And you don’t hear anything, anything, honey
And I don’t feel anything, anything

But if I touched your hand would you understand
That it’s me that you need, while I wait patiently?

But I won’t suffer if I keep my hands to myself
Though you’re slipping away while I’m nailed to the shelf

And you could have anyone, anyone, honey
You’ll probably have everyone, everyone, honey
While I dream of only one, only one, only one