You see that girl with the front row.
There’s something behind her eyes
Drawing me closer to the fact,
that i want to get to know you.
I want to fall in love with her eyelashes.
They move gracefully like the butterflies in my stomach.

So i guess that’s something we have in common.
She’s a dancer, and ever since I imaging waltzing in her daydreams,
She will never have another nightmare while i’m around.
I will slay every dragon of her self doubt, tame the anxiety in her mind.
and rescue her from what society says
never looking back.

I’ve never been in love before,
but she’s got this charm that makes me dare to try.
And I try not pry, but I want to dissect her smile.
I want to put each corner of her mouth under a microscope
and see the difference after every joke i make.
She looks like she can tell the me about the blue sky
and paint me a picture with the stars,
so I’ll never have walk home on a dark night again.

Her words might just, just shoot arrows from cupid's bow
and puncture my chest with all the answers,
why I should fall for her.
She looks like she wants a bad boy.
I am not a bad boy.
I don’t drink, I don’t ride a motorcycle,
i don’t swear around polite company.

But I play poker.
I put all my chips in the *** of life.
And bluff my way through with my cards on the table.
I will teach her all the ways to play with my emotions.
I will bet she will smile on our first date.
If I win, she has to let me fall for her,
and when i win, all she has to do, is let me fall for her.