I wonder what would've happened had I gone On any of those dates he asked me out on. Would his eyes have lit up right when he saw my face, Then would he have pulled me into an embrace? Would he have played footsie? Would I have been game? Would he have made me question just why I came? Would he have acted like he never heard me say That I don't drink, and ordered me one anyway? Would he have taken me right in his arms again When we were alone, like he couldn't wait 'til then? Would I have rested my head on his shoulder Then, powered by impulse, grown even bolder, So ravenous for so long for such contact? But I would've felt the guilt after the fact. Still, it wouldn't have been to his satisfaction, 'Cause I know he would expect alot more action. No matter what, it would've been a mistake- One that I'm glad I can say I didn't make.