Amnesia

I talk to my girls
I can talk to my girls like crazy
To anyone, I speak my mind
I tell them mother don't phase me
I'm not lazy
But boy, lately
When I see you, I stu-utter
Watch you slip away like butterflies

I saw you standin' there in the VIP on Friday
We conversate up in my fantasies like, every day
But I'm a dud
Whenever you approach
Like yesterday when you just came to say hello

I forgot my name
I forgot my telephone number
If he wanna see me
He don't even know it
I forgot my address
Damsel in distress