You, the girl with the blue skirt
A sun glowing and showing under a dress
Is it ok if I wrote a song about you
Or is it not?
I like to write about beautiful girls
I call them for what they are
And if I started with that lips of yours
I will go on forever
You, an angel, a mermaid, or Set Elhosn
I like how you drift away
Your tight dress
And how you held your books to your chest
Here go the girls
Who is prettiest but my girl
What really makes you beautiful, sweetheart
Are these tender eyes of my granny