He told me I was a ‘natty‘ dresser,
I had not a clue what he meant.
I hoped that it was something good,
as a man he was so heaven sent.
I considered if it meant crazy,
was he taking the ‘mick’ out of me.
Maybe when I looked in the mirror,
I didn’t see what he could see.
But I graciously said thank you,
with my fingerless crossed so tight.
I hoped that he might ask me out,
that he really felt I was alright.