Written by: Mitch White

I wished and wished for a girl like you
That I could cherish until a hundred and two
How can I ever get you to notice me
Write you a poem of how it could be
Then present it to you down on one knee

That's just too corny, you wouldn't believe
The old fashioned style just isn't the key
Should I act like a man, dress all in black
Grow a mustache and drive a Cadillac
Throw money all around like I'm a fat cat

God only knows what you might prefer
Tee shirt and shorts or a long mink fir
I'll just be me the next time we meet
I'll probably keep it short and sweet
And invite you out for coffee or tea