A blush creeps in as I'm typing away,
At the thought of her I begin to say,
To the nearest person to me
"So, there's this girl.
She's the opposite in style,
But gladly will change the world
She's not petite, or model thin tall.
She's bodacious, courageous, judging no on whether thin, fat, big or small.
She's what I crave to be,
She what I need. "
The passerby tips his hat, moves on with his life
Yet looks back
At the story teller with a glint in her eye
As she sets the stage for another smile,
Set at a new passerby
"So, there's this girl..."
