He's got no eye color

Don't rely on a poet's words,
No matter how bad your ego hurts,
No you can't save the day with a poet's words,
Cuz I love this boy,
Oh so bad it hurts,
And my words,
Can't find me,
A piece of mind,
And I just want him to see,
What he means to me.

He's got no color in her eye,
But man,
When he looks at me I could die,
And his hair flows through my fingertips,
As I'm wishing what could meet is our soft lips.

I love this boy so much I could die,
And I hate the fact that I make him cry,
Cuz tonight,
Tonight,
Tonight,
I can't be with him now,
And he's all that I've wanted,
For so long,
He's so close away.

He's got no color in her eye,
But man,
When he looks at me I could die,
And his hair flows through my fingertips,
As I'm wishing what could meet is our soft lips.

But I’ll see him one day,
Soon,
And I'll kiss him,
Under the moon,
And the stars will sing,
And you know they dance,
And all I need is just one chance,
To show him my love,
Yeah just one chance.

He's got no color in her eye,
But man,
When he looks at me I could die,
And his hair flows through my fingertips,
As I'm wishing what could meet is our soft lips.

But these words fail me,
And cupid's gonna slay me if I don't get this,
Right,
But I need to slow,
Down,
And show,
Now,
Just what he means to me,
Oh,
No he just doesn't see,
What he means to me.

He's got no color in her eye,
But man,
When he looks at me I could die,
And his hair flows through my fingertips,
As I'm wishing what could meet is our soft lips.

© Becky Baillargeon 2010