Sweet Baby
There's This Girl
Well there's this girl I'm thinking of,
but she don't think of me like I think of her.
And there's this girl I'm thinking of
and sometimes I don't think she thinks of me at all.
And my friends say I'm acting like a fool.
They say this girl she ain't half the jewel I think she is.
But when I look at her all I see is
blond hair, blue eyes, perfect teeth and a red wine lips.
She's got crazy burning hips going down down down her sides.
But oh no, she doesn't know I'm alive.
I see her on the bus and I try to think of
something for us to discuss.
My tongue is tied.
My mouth is dry.
It's a scene I die when I try to describe
all of these nights when I try to go to sleep,
she takes up one-hundred-fifty-thousand sheep.
What am I going to do?
She's got blond hair, blue eyes,
perfect teeth and a red wine lips.
She's got crazy burning hips going down down down her sides.
But oh no, she doesn't know I'm a-,
oh no, doesn't know I'm a-,
oh no, she doesn't know I'm alive.
From Letras Mania