She who wears glasses, she who is out of fashiom,
She who is boring, she who is intelligent,
She who prefers a library rather than a club,
Is who won my heart.
She who everyones calls ugly, and never offer her a seat in the subway,
She who is more than a trophy to show off.
She'll never be a TV model,
Because they don't advertise the heart yet.
It's more than appareance,
Her beauty is inner.
Her dreams still point at the ground.
I have came across the woman
I never dreamt of,
But I also haven't been happier.
She who doesn't even put lipstick on,
Betrayed by flirting,
She who is more than a needle to sew,
Her beauty the mirtor can't paint
Because only love sees her reflection.
It's more than appearance,
Her beauty is inner.
Her dreams still point at the ground.
I have came avross the woman
I never dreamt og,
She's not a shooting star.
No!
It's more than appearance,
Her beauty is inner.
Her dreams still point at the ground.
I have came across the woman
I never dreamt of,
But I also haven't been any happier