And boy your heart's on the line, use every word at your employ.
(So hit that note, sweep her off her feet)
She's more than a pretty face in the crowd, another reason for another show.
So here's the chorus,another refrain that screams of bright eyes.
(Oh you were always a fool for eyes and hers shine bright)
She's got that quick laugh, that sharp wit to match the classic look.
(But God she makes you weak at the knees, every step is a fight.)
So trace the trails of vanilla to her lips, the ones that kissed you under december skies
2007-12-11
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