Guessing Game

	I could be trembling when I talk to you.
	I could be making up all sorts of things that are not true.
	I could tell a half truth, but I can not tell a lie.
	I could tell a story that is ten feet high.
	My stomach flutters, and I feel sometimes ashamed;
	I'm a castle with broken shutters and
	this is not a guessing game.
	I could make a plea so that you and I could be we, and
	I could say, "Oh, it's a must that you and I should be us."
	All the answers I could guess, and you would be so impressed,
	but I would never get a "yes", cause I have not the guts to guess.
	My stomach flutters, and I feel sometimes ashamed;
	I'm a castle with broken shutters and
	this is not a guessing game.
	I could be listening, but this is not a guessing game.
	I'd guess all the answers, but this is not the same.
	I could be trembling, I could be afraid,
	I could be wallowing, wallowing when you think I've got it made.