I sat most of the night,

Waiting... Waiting in the dark.

There's a question,

In need of answering.

But I was scared,

Scared to be the one to ask it.

Finally you come up to me,

I have butterflies in my stomach.

Then you turn slightly left,

Looking at another.

The question has been asked,

The question has been answered.

I just wasn't the one to ask,

Wasn't the one to answer.

Will you dance with me?

You knew I wanted to.

But still you had to,

Had to ask her instead.