When He Sees Me (from Waitress The Musical)

I stick with real things,

usually facts and figures.

When information's in its place, I minimize the guessing (F#m)game.

Guess what?

I don't like guessing (F)games.

Or when I feel things before I know the feelings.

How am I s'posed to operate if I'm just tossed around by (Em)fate?

Like on an unexpected date

with a stranger who might (Dm)talk too fast,

or ask me (G)questions about myself before I've (C)decided that he can ask me (F)questions about myself.

He might (Dm)sit too close, or call the (G)waiter by his first name,

or eat (C)Oreos, but eat the (F)cookie before the cream.

But what (Dm)scares me the most,

what (E)scares me the most is,

what if (A)when he sees me,

what if he doesn't like it?

What if he runs the other way and I can't hide from it?

What happens then, if when he knows me,

he's only disappointed?

Or if I give myself away to only get it (D)given back?

I couldn't live with that.

So (E)I'm just fine, inside my (F#m)shellshaped mind.

This way I (D)get the best view.

(Bm)So (Dm)when he sees me, I want (G)him to.

I'm not defensive,

I'm simply being cautious.

I can't risk reckless dating due to my miscalculating (F#m)why

a certain suitor stands in (F)line.

I've been in movies most made for television,

you cannot be too careful when it comes to sharing your life.

I could end up a mis'rable wife.

But he could be (Dm)criminal, some sort of (G)psychopath who escaped from an institution,

somewhere where they (C)don't have girls.

He could have (F)masterminded some way to find me.

He could be (Dm)colorblind.

How (G)untrustworthy is that?

He could be (C)less than kind.

Or even (F)worse he could be very nice,

have (Dm)lovely eyes,

and make me laugh,