To the Girl with the Genuine Smile

To the girl with the genuine smile And the almost Bohemian style Who sits with her knees Exposed to the breeze In a field that rolls on for miles To the girl with inquisitive eyes That nobody ever denies Who keeps a full Camelbak In a blue hipster knapsack Of dainty but practical size To the girl who enjoys Irish Whiskey And relishes all that is risky Who plays the French horn And watches French porn Who's spontaneous, jolly, and frisky To the girl who once sat next to me In a class about music history Who laughed at my joke About the Baroque And Biber's Sonatas of Mystery I may not be As cool as you But can't you see We could be two Like milk and tea And grass and dew And pods and peas And lentils and stew Forks and spoons And stars and moons And chocolate crème brûlée (I must be pretty hungray) Hey, why don't you come over For a candlelit dinner tonight? I'm a really good cook, I'll show ya I think you'll know it after just one bite Then we'll sit on the couch by the fire And reminisce about all that good food We could watch HBO's "The Wire" I hear that's pretty good And then And then To the girl with the genuine smile May I Have This One Little Dance