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.