Just A Stupid Obsessive Notation
I bet her skin is velvetine, and hair hangs like a cloud
An anorexic beauty queen of whom you're very proud
I bet she knows you inside out and rarely strikes a nerve
A Christian girl you never doubt, whose great love you deserve
I bet she's quite intelligent, her words make precious trails
I'm sure she's soft, but dilligent, acrylic fingernails
I bet she wears expensive clothes, and bats her lashes too
I bet that she already knows that I'm in love with you
And though I've never seen her face, or heard a word she's spoken
I think I know precisely why my heart will be here broken
I think that she's a replica of sweet and true perfection
A girl who will not compromise or change her good direction
And so I sit in my sad world of loss and complication
And know that this will read as just a stupid obsessive notation.
copyright February 4, 2002 - Laurie Elizabeth Bell - All rights reserved
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