Hope its clear to everyone, that this is a poem, writen by Jean to Scott. I do not own them.
Looking into your eyes,
Is a wish, my heart mate,
My heart cries,
When I'm only, seeing your shades.
Do you even look at me?
Or do you look at that girl?
I want to move your curl,
And take you home with me,
Perfect? I am not,
Nether are you,
But when people think you're hot,
Then, what can you do?
I wish we could dance,
For every in each other,
But if you give it an chance,
I could be your lover.