Aye girl,
I don't mean to come at you the wrong way
But I can't help but to notice that you're alone
That your hands are absent of a certain item
You see there I was mining my own business
Ya know, doing my own little thing
When suddenly I saw you walk around that oh so beautiful corner
I instantly noticed the trail of roses that blossomed with every step you took
The birds began to sing this unfamiliar yet sweet song
The bees were buzzing raining down the smell of sweet honey from the heavens
Then the wind began to push me your way
Nature was just acting so bazaar
Like it was trying to tell me to talk to you
So here I am talking to you and maybe wondering
Well kind of hoping you'd like to go on a date with me