She sashays by
And flips her hair
Her smile is easy
Without any care.
She is tall and pretty
With legs that don't end
She's got curves like waves
And energy to expend.
She is perfectly perfect
A piece of art
Still I know that I'll
Never have her heart.
I'm not her type
She's out of my league
I've got the boring factor
She's got intrigue
I'll never have her
I know that for sure
I wonder if for my crush
There is any cure.
