Smiling I remember, the way she wears her hair
How she smooths her skirt down as she gets up from her chair
The sparkle in her dark eyes, and her teeth so pearly white
The magic and the sparkle in her smile so bright
Despite my efforts not to, I’m drawn to her each day
To hear her voice, to see her smile, find an excuse to stay
Maybe she already knows, perhaps she’s realised
That she’s put a spell on me, but then that’s no surprise
The music in her laughter, and the smell of her perfume
Would turn the head of any man and dominate the room
But dream to dream is all this is. there is no place to go
So I’ll just sit and think of her, but never let her know
she
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