her hair is dyed brown
her eyeglasses round
there's a pink tint to her face
her fashion is chic
there's blush on her cheeks
my heart's in the middle of a race

she smiles at me widely
genuinely and politely
and her laugh is all that i need
i'd run my fingers through her hair
and let mine go down bare
if only she'd let me

she hugs me from the back
and whispers in my ear
"how are you?" everyday
if only that were true
the kind of truth i want it to be
if only she'd kiss me that way

for she loves me, she does
and i like her, i do
but it's not the same if it's not the same
yet even 'til now
my own smile hasn't changed
and it's the same because it's still the same

so i don't really mind
that my mind's still on her
and the way hers isn't on mine
'cause in these words that i write
and in the dreams i've at night
if she's there then i'll be just fine.