Hey Misty Poem by Mark Heathcote

Hey Misty, there isn't a dry eye.
You're so, damn, beautiful.
You make me want to cry.

Hey Misty, there isn't a dry eye.
You're like an angel, almost celestial.
You sing like a blackbird in the sky.

Hey Misty, there isn't a dry eye.
Was your parentage, Elvis and Priscilla
You're so damn beautiful.

Oh, and I feel so goddamn silly.

Oh, let me pick you a red Camilla.
On this cold, wet April day
Hey Misty, Hey Misty

Hey Misty, there isn't a dry eye.
Tell me you want me to stay.
Hey, Misty, you are even more beautiful today.

Oh, and I feel so goddamn silly.
Silly for blushing and shedding a tear.
Hey Misty, I don't want to play solitaire.

Hey Misty, there isn't a dry eye.
Tell me you want me to stay all night long.
And I'll tell you without any qualms

Hey Misty, I'm falling in love
and yet I've never felt so lonely
Oh, poor, poor, poor me.

For falling in love with Misty.
For the pounding in my blood
Oh, poor, poor, poor me.

For falling in love tearier-eyed with Misty.
Oh, Lord, I could cry.
Oh, Misty, I've not got a dry eye.

Oh, Misty,
She thinks I am a first-year student
She thinks she is a teacher

And today it's my enrolment day
And graduation day is a long, long way off
But I am ready to graduate today.