The Man Upstairs

Last night, I heard some sweet, clever music Coming from upstairs So sweet I wanted to join the man who lived there He was my age andd lived alone But I was too shy to go there Maybe, if I went there And introduce myself with a bottle of wine He would fall in madly love with me But I don't drink, so, I wouldn't know what to buy And he might not drink at all Maybe, he has a girlfriend already If he does, my heart would be crushed again Finding the hard way with disappointment And the embrassment of trying to get a date Would be overbearing I guess I will stay here and listen to the music As I become the oldest living virgin No one would bother to find out