Nervous
You walk into the room like a rockstar,
Everybody here, knows who you are.
You've got stars in your eyes,
And I wish on the same stars for you to be mine.
And that moment when you start to walk over to me,
Just like a dream.
You say how's it going? and my head just keeps on going,
Opening my mouth, but I can't speak.
Baby, you make me nervous.
Now I can't walk straight,
Tell me babe,
What did you do to make me feel this way?
It's not on purpose,
For no specific reason
Got me with this type of feeling.
You make my heart hit the ceiling,
Like a drum.
Feeling dumb.
Must be the butterflies, you tear me up.
I know you can't tell on the surface,
But baby you got me nervous.
If I told you I was confident,
Cool, calm and collected,
Well, I bet you wouldn't believe me.
Cause my hands are shaking
And the whole room just falls dark,
And I can't even tell who you are.
It's like jumping from a skyscraper,
Trying to land in a bucket of water.
Well, thats how it feels trying to talk to you,
Impossible, to tell you the truth.
Baby, you make me nervous.
Now I can't walk straight,
Tell me babe,
What did you do to make me feel this way?
It's not on purpose,
For no specific reason
Got me with this type of feeling.
You make my heart hit the ceiling,
Like a drum.
Feeling dumb.
Must be the butterflies, you tear me up.
I know you can't tell on the surface,
But baby you got me nervous.
And that blonde haired beauty,
She just knows what to say.
As I'm standing there in awe,
She pulls you away.
I say hey! I gotta say something before you do.
And as he's standing there looking at me, I whisper, I love you.
But you make me nervous,
Now I can't walk straight,
Tell me, babe,
What did you do to make me feel this way?
It's not on purpose,
For no specific reason,
Got me with this type of feeling,
You make my heart hit the ceiling,
Like a drum.
Feeling dumb.
Must be the butterflies, you tear me up.
Now I know you can't tell on the surface (well, maybe).
But baby you got me nervous.
I know you can't tell on the surface,
But my mind is playing like a circus.
I swear, it's not all on purpose.
But baby, you make me nervous.
Writer/s: Nia Nicholls
