Guess I Gotta Guess

but will she meet me first before she disconnects?
and I hope and pray that she initiates (whoa-oh)
this conversation first because I’m scared to death.
I couldn’t be less appraochable
if totally engulfed in flames (whoa-oh)
when we finish, pack and load the Pettit van.
I’d just like to hear a nice remark from her (whoa-oh)
because this loneliness is wearing kinda thin.
guess I gotta guess why all the girls avoid me like poison
is it 'cause i’m seven feet wide, or I act like I’m seven years old?
is there a point to wondering,
and pondering, and over-thinking this? (whoa-oh)
or should I finsh my set, load the van and leave?
is it something like she thinks she’s being a pest? (whoa-oh)
do I look dumb? is something in my teeth? (gross)
my biggest problem is that
all my favorite girls are too shy to talk to me
and I’m so nervous I could hurl.
so I try to talk to them,
but I keep my mouth shut
and end up looking like a snob
'cause I’m afraid of screwing up.