I’ll wait till this day gets over
And my fidgety heart will get to see her.
I want to embrace the good things, the nature
But all I do is just mooning over.
I think about her eyes, those big shiny eyes
Where innocence, honesty and a sprinkle of bewitching lies;
I think about her hair, those black sleek hair
And they kiss her nape while I can only stare
There is something about her skin, about the way she smells
I guess no one’s this perfect, I can absolutely tell;
And just by looking at her elegant, feminist lips
All I think about is melting into her, give a wet hot kiss
Filled with desire, I can’t be begging for her more
But still, I gotta wait, I’ll have to wait some more.