Am I allowed
to look at her like that?
Could it be wrong when she's just so nice to look at?
She smells like lemongrass in sleep
She tastes like apple juice and peach
You would find her in a Polaroid picture
And she
means everything to me
I never tell,
I never say a word
And though it aches,
but it feels awfully good to hurt
She smells like lemongrass in sleep
She tastes like apple juice and peach
You would find her in a Polaroid picture And she
means everything to me
I'll be okay admiring from afar Even when she's next to me,
she could not
be more far apart
She tastes like birthday cake and story time
in full
But to her,
a taste of nothing at all
She
smells like lemongrass in sleep
She tastes like apple juice and peach
You would find her in a Polaroid picture
And she
means everything to me