I Met a Girl
I met a beauty at the play
and think of her every day
Don't always know what to say
She's like my sun's bright ray
Lovely face, and eyes so bright
She makes me feel oh so right
Her presence dazzles in my sight
and I'll dream of her later tonight
But I’m not too obsessed by her
Even if she is cute as a squirrel
Though she makes my head whirl
When she gives her hair a twirl
In fact, maybe she is too skinny
And her eyes hint that she’s silly
But her legs are long, like a filly
Do you see her inner self, really?
I saw a play, can’t remember much
That girl gave my brain such a touch
I’m thinking she’d like a rosy bunch
And maybe we’ll meet me for lunch?
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