She

Am I allowed to look at her like that?

Could it be wrong when she's just so nice to look at?

And she smells like lemongrass and sleep

She tastes like apple juice and peach

Oh, you would find her in a Polaroid picture

And she means everything to me

I'd never tell

No, I'd never say a word

And, oh, it aches

But it feels oddly good to hurt

And she smells like lemongrass and sleep

She tastes like apple juice and peach

Oh, you would find her in a Polaroid picture

And she means everything to me

Oh-oh (Oh, oh) oh-oh-oh

Oh-oh (Oh, oh) oh-oh-oh

And I'll be okay admiring from afar

'Cause even when she's next to me, we could not be more far apart

And she tastes like birthday cake and story time and fall

But to her, I taste of nothing at all

And she smells like lemongrass and sleep

She tastes like apple juice and peach

Oh, you would find her in a Polaroid picture

And she means everything to me

Yes, she means everything to me

She means everything to me