I made my girl a dress in white,
what she did, she kept it on all night.
She never took it off again, I'll say
I surely am a lucky man.

I strung around a messy gown,
not even once did I see a frown.
And she loves me, I am sure,
there is more our love can endure.

Starry skies, little white lies,
messy children, open forest,
in the bedding, around the waves,
meetings were restricted, feelings were evicted,
but our love held tight.

God is being generous,
life gave me all I wished for,
yet I miss one simple thing,
a teacher, to take me under his wing.

And you noticed how I'm happy,
how I'm laughing all the time.
But did it ever cross your mind
that I'm just being kind?

All given will be taken,
all earned is undecided.
All I know is that we're
all devided.

She wanders, all day,
she roams and walks and strays.
She browses, loses interest,
yet she does not give up.

Some would lose their temper,
others feel uneasy. How can she
stay so natural, breezy.

I swear I wasn't staring,
I tried to restrain.
Honestly, but you know
how I react to smiles,
as beautiful as yours.

Snapping, bopping her lips
with her precious fingertips.
Blushing when she notices
that I noticed she
was different.

I smile, she giggles, roughly
scanning other presences,
to spot that I
am different.

Later on she lost attention
harshly breaking tension
with her unsure eyes.

She confronted me
with reality.