The girl of my dreams,

is always in my mind,

but never in my arms.

The days fly by so fast,

and there should be many things on my mind, but i can't get her off my mind.

I think of her flawless face.>

I think about what I would say to her,

and all the cool things that we could do.

Her voice is all I ever hear,

even the breezes call out her name.

She is everyone I see,

her face is seen in the moon, sun, and stars,

but she is never found on my arm.

I count down the minutes till I'll get to see,

her face that is so dear.

But even if I see that face,

it will never be very near.

She will walk on by,

with perhaps a hello or goodbye,

and that will be the only sign,

sign that I am awfully shy,

sign that I've fucked up every chance I got,

sign that I'll never be lucky enough,

lucky enough to tell you that she is my girl.