I think of this girl
My smile is sharp
She's close to my heart
I hold in my farts

I'm feeling a joy
My smile is sharp
She was first my friend
And won't toy with my heart

I think of this girl
And my eyes shine with joy
I get excited when I know
That I'll see her rejoice

I'm not nervous at all
I'm cool, calm and stuff
But I get a feeling inside
maybe lust? maybe love?