Can you hear her?

Is she blonde,
Or a cute brunnete,
Or curvy?
Or slender,
But you wouldnt understand;

She stands tall, though,

She doesn't understand my jokes, hic,

She can't see my love
Until it's perniciously obvious, hic,

Or care until I deeply know,

She deeply knows.

Maybe you can't see,
But, hic,

She wouldn't know if I fantasised about gazing in her eyes.