Will He Like Me? - Barbara Cook

Will he like me when we meet?

Will the shy and quiet girl he’s going to see

Be the girl the he’s imagined me to be?

Will he like me?

Will he like the girl he sees?

If he doesn’t, will he know enough to know

That there’s more to me than I may always show?

Will he like me?

Will he know that there’s a world of love

Waiting to warm him?

How I’m hoping that his eyes and ears

Won’t misinform him

Will he like me, who can say?

How I wish that we could meet another day

It’s absurd for me to worry so this way

I’ll try not to

Will he like me?

He’s just got to

Will he like me?

He’s just got to

When I am in my room alone and I write

Thoughts come easily, words come fluently then

That’s how it is when I’m alone

But tonight, there’s no hiding behind my and pen

Will he know that there’s a world of love

Waiting to warm him?

How I’m hoping that his eyes and ears

Won’t misinform him

Will he like me?

I don’t know

All I know is I’m tempted not to go

It’s insanity for me to worry so

I’ll try not to

Will he like me?

He’s just got to

Will he like me?

Will he like me?