What Went Through My Head While Squished In A Van

I spy
With my little eye
A guy
Who is shy
But not afraid to cry
Never wonders if they're a gemini
Or questions the hair on his thigh
(Not to pry)

They occasionally enjoys ties
Always waves, but never says his, "Hi's"
Also does the same with his, "Bye's"
Who doesn't enjoy a lie
But really enjoys pie

Who dreams of someday calling a woman my
Maybe someday they'll give it a try
So they close their eyes and gives a sigh
And imagines a different love-high
Which is like imagining how to fly
Up in the sky
And for that, you don't ask why
Because to not experience love, they'd rather die

And that is what I spy
With my little eye