THAT GIRL
Ay GIRL

My hand goes, my hand keeps going
Whenever I see you, my hand keeps going to you
Without even knowing, my hand goes to you, I can’t take it anymore

Stop smiling so brightly
To your pretty hands, hair, waist
My hand goes

Even when you’re wearing comfortable shorts
And don’t have much makeup on

You’re perfect just the way you are
You’re waving your hand from far away
As soon as you come in front of me I

Who told you to keep getting this pretty?
Should I hold your hand or not, hold your hand or not
I think about this over and over

Your beauty is almost like a lie
You’re prettier than a celebrity, so electrifying

Instead of thick perfume
With just the slight scent of your body lotion
You’re so aromatic, just the way you are

When you’ve stopped for a moment
And look up at me with those big eyes