There's not much that I wouldn't do
To be alone with you.
There's little strings that pull me in, your direction.
I'm a golf ball in the bottom of the bank,
for your eyes, ocean deep.
I wonder what they mean.
You're more beautiful than your eyes.
Like the way you hold a cigarette
How you're a bad ass feminist.
Or how you draw someone in with just your presence.
When you get that serious look on your face.
I wish I knew what you where thinking.
And your smile stops me in my tracks.
There's not much that I wouldn't do
To be alone with you.
