Guess I Gotta Guess Songtext
von The Pettit Project

I've got more hang-ups than a bad telemarketer (whoa-oh)
But will she meet me first before she disconnects?
And I hope and pray that she initiates (whoa-oh)
This conversation first because I'm scared to death.

I couldn't be less appraochable
If totally engulfed in flames (whoa-oh)
When we finish, pack and load the Pettit van.
I'd just like to hear a nice remark from her (whoa-oh)
Because this loneliness is wearing kinda thin.


CHORUS:
Guess I gotta guess why all the girls avoid me like poison
Is it 'cause i'm seven feet wide, or I act like I'm seven years old?
{X2}

Is there a point to wondering,
And pondering, and over-thinking this? (whoa-oh)
Or should I finsh my set, load the van and leave?
Is it something like she thinks she's being a pest? (whoa-oh)
Do I look dumb? is something in my teeth? (gross)

CHORUS


My biggest problem is that
All my favorite girls are too shy to talk to me
And I'm so nervous I could hurl.
So I try to talk to them,
But I keep my mouth shut
And end up looking like a snob
'Cause I'm afraid of screwing up.