She needs her feet underneath me
They are somehow cold even in summer
She laughs at the book Jane Eyre  
Which I am quite sure isn’t a comedy
She can get a little awkward at times
But everything is cool cool cool
Don’t turn on the television set
The conversation will be over
She’s got a list of her favorite trees
Which I didn’t think was a thing
She’s won’t always finish a thought
It can be cute or maddening
Yeah she’s a little weird
But she’s perfect to me