Shy Lyrics - Gilbert Osullivan

Oh, every time I pass you I'm 

Inclined to look away 

I don't know why, but some day 

I will turn my head and say 

Excuse me miss, but this glove is 

It the one that you've just dropped 

And you'll reply by saying "of course" 

Or in as many words "get lost" 

I've never been successful 

I mean with girls of my own age 

They like the food and the wines I choose 

But after that I'm afraid 

That in the art of making love 

I'm really so naive it's not true 

I usually pretend I'm too tired 

And then fall asleep as proof 

And by the sound of things 

It looks as though I'm doomed 

To spend the rest of my life living in one room 

Dreaming of how one cold and windy night quite cooly 

Sophia Loren seduced me 

My name is John, I'm twenty one 

I drive a Ford Cortina estate 

If you'd care to join me in my room 

I'll show you my license plate