Started Writing A Song and Got Stuck

He said I think your pretty, that was the nicest thing he’s ever said to me
Not sure if he meant it, but the thought that I could be
Pretty, such a word to leave his mouth
A man of few words so he’s sincere in what he speaks about
He’s all that I want and a whole lot more
But he’s so focused on making which makes me want him more
Our grinds look alike in any light
He’s perfect at least for me...

I wonder if he sees me smile as he passes my cubical
I wonder if he thinks about me when the elevator door close
I wonder if he even notices the girl that brings the office donuts and coffee
I wonder if he notices me