Guessing Game - Lisa Loeb

I could be trembling when I talk to you

I could be making up all sorts of things that are not true

I could tell a half truth, but I can not tell a lie

I could tell a story that is ten feet high

My stomach flutters, and I feel sometimes ashamed;

I’m a castle with broken shutters and

This is not a guessing game

I could make a plea so that you and I could be we, and

I could say, «Oh, it’s a must that you and I should be us.»

All the answers I could guess, and you would be so impressed

But I would never get a «yes», cause I have not the guts to guess

My stomach flutters, and I feel sometimes ashamed;

I’m a castle with broken shutters and

This is not a guessing game

I could be listening, but this is not a guessing game

I’d guess all the answers, but this is not the same

I could be trembling, I could be afraid

I could be wallowing, wallowing when you think I’ve got it made