If you were I and could see what I see

You would understand why I think you are so wonderful

You would see you and really like you

Then I would say, 'Can you blame me?'

If you knew how I felt as if it were your own feelings

You would better understand why I act so crazy

You would know what you do to me and why

Then I would ask you again if you could blame me

If your eyes did for you what they do for me

If your smile sent you flying the way it sends me

(aside from people saying that's strange)

Could you blame me?

If you saw the sweet girl I see instead of any personal insecurity

If you loved the way you dance and speak like I do

If you enjoy the quiet moments with you half as much as me

Would you truly be able to blame me;

for wanting to be near you?

for wanting to see your smile?

for wanting to hear you speak to me?

I only hope you know how lovely you are

so that you can see why I have trouble

turning away

maybe someday you'll know

and at least pardon my heart

for the crime of adoring you

How can I help it, really?