There he goes again
Beauty in every step he takes
My dorm is just in the opposite direction
8 steps to be exact
Does he know the itallian "Hello" gets me everytime?
Like the feeling of walking out of a hot shower and into a cold room
It feels as if I am steaming
Heart beating to the sound of every step he takes
Wondering if maybe if I open the door at the exact moment
My eyes may yet get to meet his
And that Italian "Hello" will get me once again
I am not wishing for a fairytale ending
I am just simply wishing for the boy down the hall
To walk by my dorm and instead of speaking first
He'll get caught by surprise to hear
My Spanish "Hello...
I'm the girl down the hall."
And this time
Maybe this time
I'll be the beauty in every step I take