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I can't concentrate with her there,

Not bothering to notice my stare.



It's all right this way, I like watching her,

Almost looking back with cheerful laughter.



We share a secret, as to where I've been,

But it's nothing the boy next to me ain't seen.



We are friends, I'm gonna have to deal with that,

I know not to flirt, she'd make me look like a prat.



She looks straight at me, was that a wink?

My God, I'm blushing, she must have just blinked.



Now she's getting up and walking over,

I feel like I've been hit with a four-leafed clover.



I can't help but try to scan under her top,

When a familiar voice shouts "wake up".



She's still working, sat over there,

Didn't even notice my dream filled stare.