On the second week of classes,
I met a boy so weird.
He doesn't wear glasses.
And I thought he is greed.
He annoys people everywhere
But some doesn't care.
He disregards imperfection
And he loves to be the center of attraction.
He is a perfectionist,
My old best-friend told me.
But he is excellent, In fact, he always tops the class bee.
Yet, he really tried to fit in with me
Every time we meet on the hallways.
But I want him to drop onto his knee
And show me an angel face.
And there was one time he walks on the sidewalk
I am with my friends, we talk.
He was eating a sweet, yellow corn..
Bravo! when we shook hands, I felt like torned.
I don't know what's happening now
That I want to say a vow.
But when every time I tried,
I get myself tucked & my tongue tied.
I can't help myself!
When he wears that long, blue material on his right shoulders,
Oh! How I love to smirk & just left
If only he's boulder & broader.
A little bit of luck is all I need
To control myself & to breathe.
When every time I lock my eyes on that guy.
Who's name is Drew, so cute, I can't deny.