She wears corduroy pants, 

Over her shitty old boots,

She wears a plain tank top,

Under a jacket that suits,

Her earrings are quirky, 

And her hair is worn down, 

It would seem out of place, 

To imagine her frown.

 

I like the way she smiles,

When I tell her she's cute,

I need to convince her,

That there is no dispute, 

She is sunshine to me,

I hope she can see that, 

I'll have to remind her,

Ev'ry time that we chat.