Mr.Beautiful

I typed this a long time ago. My inspiration was this song called, "Hey Mr. Music".

Hey Mr. Beautiful is it only me? But you are really something.

You smell fresh and every move is suave.

When it’s hot you still wear your suit. Are you really prefect?

I wish someone like you loved me, is a thought that makes my cheeks turn red.

Something about you makes my heart race and I kind of like it.

Can I stop, I don’t think so!

Hey, Mr. Beautiful you really are something.

Looking at you reminds me of how imperfect I am,

then again there is no such thing as perfect.

Listening to you is like being embraced.

Not enough! Don’t stop! I can’t give up!

Hey Mr. beautiful, talk to me.

“You look pretty today,”

You’re making me blush.

“You guys make my world better,”

Be mine!

I love it when you’re around,

I guess that’s why I love you.

Hey Mr. Beautiful, can you be mine, for it looks like I’m smiting.

I wish time would go quickly so I could take my time and make you mine.

If only you’d turnaround from the board.