You're a beauty to behold,
a treasure to unfold,
a sight for eyes sore from excessive strain.
Should I ever be so bold
as to seek your pot of gold,
however, I would feel excessive pain.
You're the angel from above,
though, I have to say, your love
is twisted, morbid, indistinct, and vain.
But a gentleman I'll be,
preparing to cross the sea
into your heart, and that I will not feign.
Oh, Estella!
I know I'm just another common boy,
and I know it is my heart you will destroy,
but this moment that we share,
standing as a pair,
I'd have to say that I'm one lucky toy.
I'm a dirty-faced, pubescent male
with nothing but my soul to sell
whenever my eyes find and lock on you.
Compared to you, I am so pale,
frustrated, and deathly frail.
It feels as if my tongue is turning blue.
Another girl should be the one,
but I won't stop until I'm done,
though that will never be, I will still try.
I'll sprint and scamper, trip and run
despite my body like a ton
just so I can see an icy eye.
Oh, Estella!
I know I'm just another common boy,
and I know it is my heart you will destroy,
but this moment that we share,
standing as a pair,
I'd have to say that I'm one lucky toy.
Through my ashes, I will stand so tall,
laughing, screaming, right before I fall,
as if nothing had happened there at all.
Then, suddenly, I'll feel ever so small.
Oh, Estella!
I know I'm just another common boy,
and I know it is my heart you will destroy,
but this moment that we share,
standing as a pair,
I'd have to say that I'm one lucky toy.
Oh, Estella!
I know I'm just another common boy.
Without a hope or prayer, still I enjoy
the sight of you, no matter what,
though it always pains my nervous gut,
but I'd have to say that I'm one lucky toy,
though it is my heart you will destroy.