Shy That Way

You know you’re stunning, You’re absolutely stunning And I’m running, always running... And now I’m crying.

It’s only cause I’m caring And if you were more daring Maybe you’d stop staring And come over and talk to me.

Tell me about how you’ve been waiting so patiently And how you tried but I just turned away. And I’ll say: yeah well you know, I’m shy that way, Maybe I’m shy that way .

You know you’re stunning You’re absolutely stunning, But you’re always runnin, But I’ll catch up to you.

The way you keep your distance is Keeping my interest, So I’ll keep it persistent.

Maybe someday, Someway, somehow in some town, We’ll get together and We’ll break it down. And I’ll ask why you’ve been so shy, gotta be that way. Maybe, baby, I like it that way, Shy that way.

You know I love you so shy, Shy that way. So keep it coming,Shy that way.

There’s always too much talking And I wanna just keep walking But I keep staring Though I may not know the right things to say. I’ll get it out to you one day...

I’m shy that way, You’re shy that way. Do you like it ? When I’m shy this way? Yes I like it.

Tristan prettyman & Jason Mraz

(Desta vez, timidamente, não sei as coisas certas a dizer. Ajudas-me?)

De mansinho

Posso dizer ("afirmar" talvez seja demasiado forte...) que apareceste de mansinho e que passaste a habitar os meus dias discretamente (tão discretamente que só agora é que me apercebi que já tinhas chegado há muito mais tempo).

Fizeste-me rir, ouviste-me, tentaste dar-me a mão, abraçar-me, compreender-me em silêncio e sorrir-me. E eu... Eu, aparentemente, não (te) fiz nada.

Em surdina, olhei-te, ouvi-te, sorri-te, passei suavemente a mão nos teus cabelos e beijei-te com os meus olhos.

Se calhar posso mesmo afirmar que chegaste de mansinho. E que eu, talvez pela primeira vez, posso afirmar que não tenho coragem para te dizer que não partas depressa.

(Talvez possa mesmo dizer que não partas. Ficas?)