Blonde hair, blue eyes
A heart that’s made of gold
The ability to make you dance
Be you young or old.
If only I could find a way
To tell her how I feel
I know that she would see my heart
Is there for her to steal.
I know that I could make her laugh
Always and forever
Aslong as she can say okay
Instead of saying never.
I will not ever give this up
And eventually get through it
Rather than just raise my hands
And out loud yelling ’screw it.’
I’ll shower her with fancy things
If you doubt it we can bet
I will be her Romeo
And she can be my Juliet.