You write her a message, then you press delete
Calling her up, you don't want to speak
What you know
Oh oh oh
You see her by chance out on the street
You want to hold her, console her
You can't find the right way to show
Oh oh oh
Oh oh oh
If you talk 'bout the weather, you talk 'bout your shoes
You're longing forever to tell her the truth

So don't wait oh, go tell her now
Don't wait around
Or you may never know
You may never know how she's feeling
Know how she's feeling

Maybe she wants you, maybe she's shy
Maybe her heart will always be blind to your love
Oh oh oh
So go take the roses you left in the sink
Strike all your poses, knock back a drink, I'm saying

Don't wait oh, go tell her now
Don't wait around
Or you may never know
You may never know how she's feeling
Don't wait oh, go tell her now
Don't wait around
Or you may never know
You may never know how she's feeling

You've been learning all the middle parts on the TV
You've been singing like a bitter start that could have been
Soon you'll be singing in a little bar in Beverley
Or perhaps your broken heart is so full of dreams
Oh you're killing me
You're killing me, killing me, oh

Don't wait oh, go tell her now
Don't wait around
I said don't wait oh, go tell her now
Don't wait around
Or you may never know
You may never know how she's feeling

Copyright: Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Writer(s): Jonny Lattimer, Tom Peter Odell