Row Model

Once in my life, i made a wish every night
I thought to be like him is cool
To have beautiful girls left and right
Watching him playing the organ, girls sharing the one same stool

Once as a young lad
I looked up on his style and charm
Mislook his kind traits and learned up all the bad
Now looking back, i feel so dumb

Once i made him my row model
Aspired to grow up and compliment girls the way he did
He seemed so confident whenever his with a girl
All i wanted was to play my music to his beat

And so i grow up with his confidence in me
I've had his luck and my wish was granted
Yet i do not feel happy, for this isn't me
Though roses were complimenting me the thorn and i was flattered

I am shy by nature and i am still one today
In the past, girls need to approach me if they wish to be friends
I still tremble though i hide it well nowdays i should say
Always trying to appear confident in front of my friends