I Don’t Think She Knows R. Stevie Moore

I don’t think she knows that I dig her
I’m not sure she realizes that she’s mine
I’m alone lonely at home

I don’t know the way I should take her
I am torn between the methods that there are
I’m at home only alone

Petty romance is a thing you can forget
But when I manage to remember
You can bet that I don’t think she knows
You can bet that I don’t think she knows

I don’t think she knows how I love her
I’m not sure she realizes I can be romantic too
I’m alonе, biting my nails
I’m alone, watching the mails
I’m alone, whatеver prevails