Good Looking

Hey sweet thing I love the way you move

The way you romp on through which I could never do

Something about the way you hold a groove

It feels inside out

It feels like a dream I yearn to be lost in

Those curves never seem to end

That color always tends to mend

Whoever that is on the horizon

You're awfully good-looking

Velvet figure fading like a ruse

Amorphous body threw itself into the cryptic blue

Something is wrong - the way I see you pulse

I'm doing the most I can to catch up and figure you out

Those curves never seem to end

That color always tends to mend

Whatever that is on the horizon

It's awfully good-looking