I Think She Likes Me
Walked into a strange cafe
No one there's ever heard my name
Go to the bar, have a seat
Talk to that woman sittin' next to me
She asked me in a voice so low
She asked me if I come in here alone
She asked me nicely "Can I buy you a drink?"
You know I think she likes me that's what I think
I think she likes me that's what I think
She listens to every word I say
I look at her she don't look away
I tell her that I play for "Treat Her Right"
She asks me if I'm gonna play tonight - Yeah!
She cross her legs, will do no harm
She lets her finger run on down my arm
I asked her nicely "Can I buy you a drink?"
I think she likes me that's what I think
I think she likes me that's what I think
Oh yeah!
Some guy comes over, what does he think
Intruding on our private thing
The man is looking quite upset
Wavin' 'round with his gun like that
She'd told me things about her life
She'd never told me she was someone's wife
The man with the gun says "Why'd you buy her a drink?"
I said "I think she likes me that's what I think"
I think she likes me that's what I think
I think she likes me that's what I think
I think she likes me that's what I think
I - I - I - I think she likes me
Creo que le gusto
Entré a un café extraño
Nadie allí ha escuchado mi nombre
Voy al bar, tomo asiento
Hablo con esa mujer sentada a mi lado
Me preguntó en voz baja
Me preguntó si vengo aquí solo
Me preguntó amablemente '¿Puedo invitarte una copa?'
Sabes, creo que le gusto, eso es lo que pienso
Creo que le gusto, eso es lo que pienso
Ella escucha cada palabra que digo
La miro y ella no aparta la mirada
Le digo que toco en 'Treat Her Right'
Ella me pregunta si voy a tocar esta noche - ¡Sí!
Ella cruza las piernas, no hará daño
Deja que su dedo recorra mi brazo
Le pregunté amablemente '¿Puedo invitarte una copa?'
Creo que le gusto, eso es lo que pienso
Creo que le gusto, eso es lo que pienso
¡Oh sí!
Viene un tipo, ¿qué se cree?
Intrometiéndose en nuestra cosa privada
El hombre parece bastante molesto
Agitando su arma de esa manera
Ella me contó cosas sobre su vida
Nunca me dijo que era esposa de alguien
El hombre con el arma dice '¿Por qué le compraste una copa?'
Yo dije 'Creo que le gusto, eso es lo que pienso'
Creo que le gusto, eso es lo que pienso
Creo que le gusto, eso es lo que pienso
Creo que le gusto, eso es lo que pienso
Yo - yo - yo - yo creo que le gusto
Escrita por: Mark Sandman