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