(III)
Who had the girls turning hand-springs,
Crazy to love him, claimed he?
Who could so misunderstand things?
You re lookin at me.
(III)
Who was so sure of his conquest,
Sure as a human could be?
Who wound up losing the contest?
You re lookin at me, you re looking at me.
Where is that boy who was certain his charms couldn t fail?
Where is that boy who believed every word of this ridiculous tail?
(III)
Who was so childishly flattered,
Thought he d swept her off her feet,
Who woke to find his dream shattered?
Might I repeat, might I repeat
For you needn t strain your eyes to see what I want you to see
That s right, you re look - ing at me.
