The Perfect Person
The perfect person
I knew he was right for me
How would I bring him around
I never knew what to do or say
to even make him look my way
He never knew of who I was
until that day
I knocked him down into the bay
and when I think back on that day
I can't help but to laugh
while we set next to the bay
Copyright © Virginia Heter | Year Posted 2005
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