The More I Look For...

Is it right to say
That the more I look for
The less I want?
Even when I might need
A little more attention
In my direction
Often too much attention
Makes me
Wish I could be
Stranded at sea
I'm the kind of girl
Who doesn't care
About how much money
A man makes in a week
I just want him to
Make my knees go weak
Make it hard to speak
Make it hard to catch my breath
Make me blush
Make me rush
To get ready
Because I don't want to
Keep him
Waiting
Yet I'm waiting
Just to
Meet him