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Call it football weather, or a "ruined" day, still I like it overcast, with just a little chill The color grey, the natural way; low to the ground I like almost no make up on girls who dress down. In fact, I like a girl now where this profile applies She walks fast and has brown hair way down in her eyes She wears baggy black jeans and unflattering tops I want to catch eyes with her, but she never stops. Tall, pale, dark and quiet; she intrigues me a lot Want to tell her she's "cool," but I can't get a shot Does she even notice me looking; does she care? I can't stop thinking about her; man, this isn't fair. She's so independent, she just lives on her own All by herself, she's not in need of being known That's the kind of girl I want, and she needs to know I won't ask for approval, I'll just tell her so. So, it's decided, I must confront the dark one Tell her I like her style, and see if she does run And she could be the ideal woman, I'm not sure Hell, who knows, I might even be perfect for her. |