I could be trembling when I talk to you.
  And I could be making up all sorts of things that are not true.
  And I could tell a half truth, but I can not tell a lie.
  Oh, I could tell a story that is ten feet high.
  
  My stomach flutters, and I feel sometimes ashamed;
  oh, I'm a castle with a broken shutters, and
  this is not a guessing game.
  
  My stomach flutters, and I feel sometimes ashamed;
  oh, I'm a castle with a broken shutters, and
  this is not a guessing game.
  
  Oh, I could make a plea so that you and I could be we, and
  I could say, "Oh, its a must that you and I should be us."
  And all the answers I would guess, and you would be so 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;
  oh, I'm a castle with a broken shutters, and
  this is not a guessing game.
  
  My stomach flutters, and I feel sometimes ashamed;
  oh, I'm a castle with a broken shutters, and
  this is not a guessing game.
  
  I could be listening but this is not a guessing game.
  Well, I'd guess all the answers, but this is not the same.
  I could be trembling, or I could be afraid,
  I could be wallowing, wallowing when you'll think I've got it made.