Penny for my thoughts,
You ask me.
Don't worry about it,
These ones are on the house.
I must be seeing things,
When you tell me you look horrible,
Because all I see,
Is a very attractive young lady.
And this beautiful girl,
Shines like the rising sun on the lake,
She sings like she should be in a higher place,
And knock out a guy without throwing a punch.
You ask me.
Don't worry about it,
These ones are on the house.
I must be seeing things,
When you tell me you look horrible,
Because all I see,
Is a very attractive young lady.
And this beautiful girl,
Shines like the rising sun on the lake,
She sings like she should be in a higher place,
And knock out a guy without throwing a punch.
Comments
She is from Malaysia.
Your poem seems to be all about her.