Maybe I could soon persuade her,
nothing ventured, nothing gained
I can't wait another minute, anticipating every day
desperate measures for desperate means
The longer I leave it, the harder it seems
If I appear a little nervous, please excuse my state of mind
unable to approach and ask her,
I put my faith in borrowed time
desperate measures....
I'm under pressure because I know I only have one chance
I can watch her walk away or I can ask her for this dance
If I ask her she could turn me down or let me walk her home
But if I don't, I'l never know
The reason for this strange behaviour
is something that I can't explain
My head goes spinnin' out of orbit
at every mention of her name
desperate measures...
Words & Music by W. Beauchamp
Published by Nervous Publishing