Oh So Pretty
No boy should be so pretty.
You make every girl's heart
Ache
Just by looking at you.
That perfect crooked smile
Always touching
Those chocolate brown eyes -
Windows to
Your sweet soul.
The tousled, bronze, weaving strands
Of your hair;
Shining like precious metal,
Enticing many fingers to wish
With which to entangle.
Oh pretty boy.
We don't know your mind.
Will we ever?
I want to love you -
I know I could love you.
But could you love me?
I'm no porcelain doll.
You make every girl's heart
Ache
Just by looking at you.
That perfect crooked smile
Always touching
Those chocolate brown eyes -
Windows to
Your sweet soul.
The tousled, bronze, weaving strands
Of your hair;
Shining like precious metal,
Enticing many fingers to wish
With which to entangle.
Oh pretty boy.
We don't know your mind.
Will we ever?
I want to love you -
I know I could love you.
But could you love me?
I'm no porcelain doll.