I'm in love with a girl,
It's that girl behind the window.
Lips seemingly made to kiss,
Though they're not somehow.
A skin as smooth as ivory,
Though ivory isn't smooth, I guess.
Her hair an overwhelming mass,
Though for sure not a mess.
Eyes like - well beautiful eyes.
Though some inscrutable wall.
When she smiles all trouble loses sense,
Though she doesn't smile at all.
At least she isn't in distress,
Though apparently she rather is?
Actually I have no idea,
That's why I love her, I guess.