What is it about you,
That I can't even resist your charm,
I don't think it's your eyes which are as black as the night sky,
I don't think it's your hair which shines brighter than the golden yellow sun,
Is it because your kind?
Is it because your funny?
I don't know,
Maybe it's all of those things,
I will never know
And you'll never know that I liked you,
Because you don't exist,
The perfect boy doesn't exist