She fits everything you could want
All you could expect
The fireworks without sound and sulfur
And all those pretty colors
The fluttering feeling in your stomach
So persistent it hurts
You feel things you know you shouldn't
So Hard to make them stop
How her hand seems to lock in place with yours
Air tight and not letting go
She smells so sweet, her hair so soft
No matter what
The numbers five, three; nine, twenty-three
Are all That run in your head
You try to find faults
For it must be too good to be true
Yet you find none
So you realize she must be the dream
