My 4_03

Tell 'em all the girls like your smile

Tell 'em all the girls you're a work of art

And the boys too pulling slowing down in their cars

When you're walking down the street with your headphones on

Tell 'em all the girls like your jeans

Like your t-shirts like you're sweet

In your jokes and in your stare

In your cool and you're gentle too

When you're drooling when you're dreaming

Bright-eyed boy I think you might be an angel