Guessing Game

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