Excuses! Excuses!

Every other day,
I make excuses to myself
"I'm just going to the cafe for something to eat"
"I'm not going to see YOU!"
"I should be able to go wherever I want to"
"You don't mean anything to me - not yet"
And you'll have a long wait, if I play hard to get!
Yet like a magnet I am drawn
The attraction so strong
Why do I put myself through this every day?

As I walk to the cafe and come in
I repeat to myself, "You're not under my skin"
My stomach's a-flutter
As I try to utter
And my throat is so dry
I can barely speak
My voice so quiet
Little more than a squeak
But it brings you in: close enough to hear
So at least, I have you standing near
And as you look me up and down
My body, heart and soul are yours to own
I excuse myself, for just another day.