Don't worry I'm not lookin' at you
Gorgeous and dressed in blue
Don't worry I'm not lookin' at you
Gorgeous and dressed in blue

I know it drives you crazy
When I pretend you don't exist
When I'd like to lean in close [bad word] my hands against your lips
Though we haven't even spoken
Still I sense there's a rapport

So whisper me your number
I'll call you up at home
Whisper me your number
I'll call you up at home
Don't worry I'm not lookin' at you

Don't worry I'm not lookin' at you
Gorgeous and dressed in blue
Don't worry I'm not lookin' at you

I know you see me see you
As you see me walk on past
When there's nothin' more I'd like to do [bad word] in close and hear you laugh
Though we haven't even spoken
Still I sense there's a rapport

So whisper me your number
I'll call you up at home
Yeah, whisper me your number
I'll call you up at home
Whisper me your number
I'll call you up at home
Hmm, whisper me your number