Here comes the glare   Here comes the glare   I cannot see, I cannot see   When you appear, you dazzle      Poor me, pity on me   Why don't I know   How to make those moves?      I picked your face   From a thousand smiles   And now the knees   They start to shake      And all the people   Take a look   And once again   I'm thinking      Poor me, pitiful me   Why don't I know   How to make those moves?      I picked your face   From a thousand smiles   And stand there vacant   Rooted to the stupid floor      And too scared to think   Get out the door   Water, running down my back      Is this what it's like   Before the soldiers attach?   I'm gonna sharpen up my act   I'm gonna get ya      Poor me, pity for me   Why don't I know   How to make those moves?      I picked your face   From a thousand smiles   Trying to be the invisible man   And so scared, in case you don't see who I am      I don't want the label of an also ran   I wanna be the guy   With the flowers   And the champagne      Other guys run around   They pick and choose   I choose you   And I don't want to lose      I want you   To alleviate my blues   Just as long as you talk to me   Just as long as you talk to me      Poor me, pity on me   Why don't I know   How to make those moves?      I picked your face   From a thousand smiles   Why don't I know how to make you mine?