Pretty boy

I like your nails

You make me nervous

You make me jump

I like the way you move

and strut your stuff

Pretty boy

I like your hair

Would love to run my fingers there

I like how you spoke

and where I could stick myself, you told

Pretty boy

I’m not enough

I know I’m not what you want

My eyes see you for but a minute

But eyes don’t lie when they see

a beautiful spirit

I’ve been rejected in this place, before

Eyes don’t lie

At least you made me to smile