The first time I looked at her, she smiled at me, Her piercing gaze and a magnetic air of mystery, If she could divide her charm and play it deep, If I could tease the ears, the sassy upsweep, God if those foxy fetchingly laidback looks could be mine! We could create volume, a function of love and endless time. I live by the shore, you smell like a sea goddess. Like never before, Those mermaid locks dazzle my senses, I can say I have reached a plutonic high, With your lust-igniting attitude, you question me why? Like bait and tackle, you play me like a blue jean baby... Will you come alive from the magazine, oh! my sleeping beauty?
