She...........
She's a novelty at best
Being put to the test…
She's not book smart or conniving
Love is the force that's driving….
She's not memorable or stunning
Her mind is always running…
She's unconditional and she tries
She's not good at tellin' lies
She will love you to the core
And would give until she's poor…
She won't mess with your head
And her favorite color is red…
She lives by the golden rule
And is usually a fool…
She's not bitchy shes not mean
Life experiences? She's quite 'green'…
She's just trying to prove her worth
Her integrity has some girth…
She's rarely rude or impolite
And never does she fight…
She's quite sensitive to a fault
Her heart lives in a vault…
She must protect the tender beats
Most people wear sharp cleats….
She's apprehensive and mistrusts
And is not the object of any lust….
She's silly and quite quirky
And hates the smell of jerky…
She loves to bake and cook
Rarely gets a 2nd look…
She's modest and she's shy
It's not hard to make her cry..
She's been told that she is weird
She's lived through most she's feared…
She's been beaten she's been kicked
So many wounds she's had to lick…
She'd been tricked and she's been schemed
She wants to love just like she's dreamed
She's learning to be more
And is not sure what's in store…
She is sure of what she wants
Even if the past does try to haunt…
Being put to the test…
She's not book smart or conniving
Love is the force that's driving….
She's not memorable or stunning
Her mind is always running…
She's unconditional and she tries
She's not good at tellin' lies
She will love you to the core
And would give until she's poor…
She won't mess with your head
And her favorite color is red…
She lives by the golden rule
And is usually a fool…
She's not bitchy shes not mean
Life experiences? She's quite 'green'…
She's just trying to prove her worth
Her integrity has some girth…
She's rarely rude or impolite
And never does she fight…
She's quite sensitive to a fault
Her heart lives in a vault…
She must protect the tender beats
Most people wear sharp cleats….
She's apprehensive and mistrusts
And is not the object of any lust….
She's silly and quite quirky
And hates the smell of jerky…
She loves to bake and cook
Rarely gets a 2nd look…
She's modest and she's shy
It's not hard to make her cry..
She's been told that she is weird
She's lived through most she's feared…
She's been beaten she's been kicked
So many wounds she's had to lick…
She'd been tricked and she's been schemed
She wants to love just like she's dreamed
She's learning to be more
And is not sure what's in store…
She is sure of what she wants
Even if the past does try to haunt…
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