Your eyes, beautiful and blue,
I take your hand, alone in my car with you.
I approach your ear and whisper, “You’re cute.”
You roll your eyes in silent dispute.
Everything slows down, as your other hand finds my cheek,
My eyes sparkle with love, my legs go weak.
Our lips press gently, the sun shines gold,
You’re the girl I’ve dreamed of, my heart is sold.
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