He says he's not but I know he is
Shy.
He looks down when I speak to him. So
Shy.
He's quiet, always at the edge.
Shy.
He doesn't want anyone to think he's
Shy.
Now and then he can assert himself.
Not shy.
And he'll boldly argue back at me.
Not shy.
How he brags about his lady friends.
Not shy.
He jokes and laughs to show us he's
Not shy.
But the more I see, the more I sense
He's shy.
He plays his cards close to the vest.
He's shy.
He's afraid that we will look at him.
So shy.
He worries, wonders what we think.
He's shy.
Change the subject when it's close to home.
He's shy.
He hesitates and stumbles 'cause
He's shy.
It would ruin his reputation to
Be shy.
Though he says in no uncertain terms,
"Not shy."
I know the truth. I plainly see
He's shy.
He does not want us to see inside
What makes him tick, and he must hide
The parts of him he can't abide
He knows it's true. He knows he lied.
It makes no sense, can't be denied.
He's shy.