I giggle with glee at the way you look at me
a curved grin full of malicious sin as the thoughts pass between the two of us as we sit on this city bus

Strangers on a short ride flirting side by side
yet to full of pride to be the first to speak
Maybe I need to tweak my personality and give in so I can know your name for it will be a shame if we never formally meet

But again I sit here tight-lipped as well as you do
and stare with a smile hoping just for a while to hear your voice as you ask my name
But just the same your stop arrives
and we leave to our own lives