Listen not a boy who stops to stare,
At your majesty and he says that hair!
And you say you are hungry and he gives dreams
And you ask him his heart and he sings you songs
And sometimes lookin’ at his lips shaping the words
Molding lies into beautiful lyrics
And you give him your heart and deny him reasons
Coz you think love isn’t a thing asking reasons.
Listen not a boy who calls you fair
His eyes all over you but the heart somewhere
And his dying eyes make you rare
And his beautiful lips make you the best
Getting you from nowhere to step on the rest
And there, is your heart dancing in your chest
But listen, my sister before you go fast!
Nothing is anything until at the last