Not long ago in my high school days
I watched a girl from so far away
And every time she passed me by
I turned my head away and quietly sighed.
And when she walked by her hair would dance,
a secret tango that only I could understand
and if she asked for the time of day
I'd look her in the eyes and quietly say:
Do you have any clue who I am?
So listen up because I'll tell you once
and I'll explain myself the best that I can.
You don't know me so I'll have to persist.
I'm kind of shy so don't wonder why
Kristina she don't know I exist.
From class to class I followed her,
but I swore I'd leave her undisturbed
and if she ever stopped by and turned around
I got so nervous that I stared at the ground.
And then one day in photography
I found a contact print that I could not believe
and there she was staring back at me
so I took her home so quietly.
1-17-98 it's been a day that I've come to hate.
As I walked into the video store
there she stood as my jaw fell to the floor.
Tapping her toe, and waiting in line,
with a movie and another guy
Why did I bother? Why did I care?
About this girl named Kristina Behr?
You'll never get to know who I am.
This is goodbye so please don't cry
and I'll let you down as softly as I can.
another name to cross off my list.
In another life it could have been nice
but Kristina she won't know what she missed.