How do you call the game that we play? To me it's more like hide and seek today. I'm looking for you, girl, but, hey, You won't turn up even if I say That I pay for the dinner. Today I'm not a winner, There's one luckier than me No one can refuse to see You having tiny sips of tea. Or coffee, which keeps you up, Enough is a medium cup, You won't sleep till three, Sending gentle messages to me. They force me thinking (or probably you do) I mean something to one I wanted to mean something to. Have I mentioned that you're cruel? Unless I force you feeling this way too... Although I don't fit your criteria, Out of your top-ten, you know, I'm just a modest forty four. How can I dream of something more When you believe in special sign, And you're sure you will identify HIM When HE appears overnight. But I'm not the one you want to find.