A Girl
I want a girl who can't sing on key,
No matter how hard she tries,
But she sings loud anyway.
I want a girl who tells white lies
Or wears false smiles
To keep the peace sometimes.
I want a girl who feels little shame,
Who can't figure out how to make words rhyme.
I want a girl who cries too much,
Or hides her emotions until she explodes.
I want to fight with her and know
We'll get through it, want to know her codes.
I want a girl who wants me too,
For the things I do, for all my quirks.
I want a girl who understands
That variety's spice. That kind of thing works.