If she were a car she’d be a latte colored Chevrolet
If she were a drink she’d be a Diet Coke — no lemon, please
If she were a dress she’d be a Spencer — nothing flashy but OK
She’s got semi-styled hair
She’s got a semi-firm stare
No one startled — no one scared … Scared …
She’s kind of tasty — kind of sweet
She doesn’t really knock one off one’s feet
She’s … sweet … — no treat …
If she were a band she’d play covers off top-20 charts
If she were a man he would be one to never steal my heart
If she were a tree she’d be all green — no flowers and no fruits
She’s got semi-styled hair
She’s got a semi-firm stare
No one startled — no one scared … Scared … She’s kind of tasty — kind of sweet
She doesn’t really knock one off one’s feet
She’s … sweet … — no treat … No
She’s kind of tasty — kind of sweet
She doesn’t really knock one off one’s feet
She’s … sweet … — no treat …
If she were a shoe she would be flat and either brown or black
If she were a bra she would always open on the back
There’s nothing ventured — nothing gained
…I wonder what is going on inside her brain… inside her brain
She’s got semi-styled hair
She’s got a semi-firm stare
No one startled — no one scared … Scared …
She’s kind of tasty — kind of sweet
She doesn’t really knock one off one’s feet
She’s … sweet …
— no treat … No …
She’s kind of tasty — kind of sweet
She doesn’t really knock one off one’s feet
She’s … sweet …
— no treat …